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Eunice was the heartbeat of our street. Kids stopped shouting when she passed, and grown men straightened up like schoolboys. She had arrived from Jamaica during the Windrush years with just one suitcase and enough pride to survive England’s cold. Now in her sixties, she carried herself like royalty. Grey braids tied into bunches, leopard print dresses hugging her curves, and black stockings every single day of the year. She had the kind of beauty that deepened with age instead of fading.I’d loved her since I was sixteen, watching her from my bedroom window while she watered roses outside her gate. Her late husband Leonard had been cruel behind closed doors, but Eunice never let him harden her spirit. After he passed, she became even more powerful—head of the community centre, organiser of every fundraiser, and counsellor to half the estate.What nobody knew was how different she became at night. Through her open front window, I sometimes saw stacks of erotic novels beside her armchair, pages folded carefully. She studied seduction slowly and patiently, like she was preparing for something. For years, she teased me gently. A hand lingering on my shoulder, a smile held a second past innocent, questions asked in a rich Jamaican voice that made my stomach tighten. She loved control.Last Friday, heavy rain trapped us together after a community fundraiser. As everyone else rushed home, we stood beneath the hall awning. “Walk me home,” she said quietly. Under one umbrella, I tried to steady my breathing. Outside her gate, she turned toward me, the streetlight glowing against her silver braids.“You’ve been staring at me for near thirty years,” she murmured. My face burned. Eunice smiled slowly, deeply pleased with herself. “A woman always knows.” She unlocked her door and rested her hand against my chest. “I think,” she whispered, “you’ve waited long enough.”