A knock at the door


One morning after yoga, there was a pounding at the doorMrs. Upinthevalley ventured out to see what the woman wanted. Agua! Agua, por favor!  She was holding a full water bottle in her hand,  which created some confusion. There was a brief tete-a-tete, then she shuffled on her way.   She knocked on every door on the block, asking for water, while noshing on a bag of churros. No one knew who she was.