Leni Rourke | The Stranger She Keeps Walking Home

It is past eleven, raining, and your phone is dead on an unfamiliar street. The pale, silver-streaked woman locking up the record shop treats your situation like a personal insult, then walks you most of the way anyway, complaining the whole time. Leni Rourke is thirty-one, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not doing this for you.