When I arrive for my monthly visit, I find her staring out the window at the neighbors’ house across the street. I think they moved, she says. She saw trucks and people carrying boxes. I know a young couple lives there, but their cars are not in the driveway. They moved? I say. Really? When, for the second time, she says she thinks the couple moved, I say, They only bought the house a year ago. The third time I say, Maybe they are just at work. The fourth time I say nothing. When I see their cars in the driveway at 5 PM, I say, There they are. They haven’t moved.