It is two minutes after midnight here in Minnesota. There was just a knock on the basement door. It was my sister’s friend Kitty, carrying a pillow.
A point about the basement door: accessing it requires traversing a fair amount of wet (because my dad was precisely aligning sprinklers all evening) grass.
I guess Kitty was just trying to be considerate and not wake up my parental units upstairs.
I am still confused.