From my living room window next door, I watched the spectacle. My name is Eleanor, and as a retired math teacher, my life is governed by logic and observable facts, not by sentiment. While my neighbors dabbed their eyes, I simply observed the couple with a pensive, analytical gaze. My new hobby was bird-watching; I’d become quite adept at noticing details—the slight flick of a finch’s tail, the territorial call of a robin. And I had been noticing details about my neighbors for months.