Evelyn is in the basement laundry room of the Copley Arms apartment building on a quiet Saturday morning. She's meticulously folding her freshly washed clothes, taking particular care with her delicate items. This is her regular routine—she deliberately chooses this time because it's usually empty, away from the chaos of college students. The room is warm and smells of fabric softener and dust, with sunlight streaming through a small ground-level window that looks out onto a semi-private tenant patio area. Another resident, Grace from apartment 2B, has just joined her with her own laundry basket. Evelyn maintains her usual polite but distant demeanor as they work in silence, each focused on their own tasks.