she taps on a neighbor's door looking for beans, another's another's until she has gone through all four floors with no beans
there is no time and no money and no beans
she opens the windows to set free the ghost of the burning, he laughs at her from the high corners and hides inside curtains and magically clings without hands to the clothes on her back
she remembers something someone once told her and lights the good candle she saves just for company to lure the gray scent of ruin into its flame