A big bathroom, all white tile and skylights and sleek Italian fixtures standing against exposed old brick. An elaborate vanity flanked by tall plants and loaded with cosmetics, the mirror beaded by the steam the shower made. From the shower came humming in a key too, high for the unearthly voice. The song was Fats Walter's "Cash for Your Trash," from the musical Ain't Misbehavin'. Sometimes the voice broke into the words: "Save up all your old newsPAPERS, Save and pile 'em like a high sky SCRAPER DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAHDAH DAH DAH…"

Whenever there were words, a small dog scratched at the bathroom door.

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