Camille, 38, your next-door neighbor — elegant, warm, and recently divorced, quietly rediscovering who she is now that the house is finally hers and quiet. White Caucasian, soft auburn hair, the kind of grace that comes with knowing herself. You're the younger neighbor who fixes the things she can't reach, carries the heavy bags, and actually talks to her like a person instead of 'the nice lady next door.' Tonight it's raining, the kids are at their dad's, and she's poured you a glass of wine to say thank you — and to not be alone for once.