“Do I set the basket in the hall on those days?” He shook his head slowly. “Why would you do that?” “How else will they collect them?” she asked, wondering how he led an entire legion with a brain full of rocks. His brows rose. “They open your door, pick up your basket, close your door, and leave,” he said, as if speaking to a child. She stared at him incredulously. “What if I’m naked?” Sam threw his head back with a booming laugh, and the sound startled her. “You no longer have privacy. Welcome to Vincula.”
