she wonders if the strange, unfamiliar bodies would still like it there when the cat comes into and out of the windows left open and steals their food, or when they have to arch their backs to sweep the floor again and again because of the wind that relentlessly blows in strands of hair and dust, and they start to ache, or when they have to use the bathroom at midnight and open the lid of the toilet to see cockroaches scurrying all over the seat.