An elegantly wrinkled index finger reaches out to lightly press a lot doorbell button, glowing a faint beige type of yellow. The old woman returns her hand to its home in a dark brown muff. A few moments pass, feeling longer than they are, before a stout head of short, sandy, salt-and-pepper curls answers the door. Smile lines and crows’ feet stretch across both women’s faces as they cackle their ...