mostly it was , but every now and then some woman would decide she really needed some piece of her documentation , that she really needed to use anna 's photocopier ( which warmed up faster than the one downstairs in the rec room ) , that she really needed a stamp , and so this disrespectful person would come in , she 'd track through a place that was n't hers , maybe look at things that were n't hers to look at , junk up the air with the smell of some cheap drugstore perfume ... anna paused with one hand on the study doorknob , looking into the dark room which had been a pantry when she was a little girl .