The knock on the door
Candelaria Silva reports that when she heard the knock on the door of her Dorchester home this morning and opened it up to see two older women, she didn't know what to expect. Turns out the two had grown up in the house and politely asked if they could see what had happened to it:
... In this modest Colonial in Dorchester that my husband and I share alone, their extended family of three sisters, grandpa, mom and dad, and an uncle lived. They shared the one tiny bath. Where our half bath on the first floor is, there was a small screened-in porch in their time. The room that was their shared bedroom is now my study. The sitting area outside the two second floor bedrooms was their grandfather's room and they used to have to tip-toe through it quietly on their way to bed. In the last year of his life, their grandfather's bed was moved to the dining room on the first floor. Their uncle's bedroom was on the third floor. They spoke with fondness of the banister where treats were hidden among the Christmas decorations. ...

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Assumption
I'm going out on a limb here and saying it wasn't Emily Rooney who swung by, was it?
MacaRooney
Good one, baby!
I'm imagining this happening
I'm imagining this happening to someone else... some young single city person whose Friday night went exceptionally well. After waking up on too little sleep Saturday morning, this person and their friend are taking time getting out of bed. Suddenly, some old ladies are ringing the doorbell and saying, "Yeah, I think we'd better have a look around..."
I'm imagining something else happening;
The people who came to take a look at their old house to see what had happened to it after they'd moved out and sold it to someone who was a gentry person, and then asking to buy their house back from the gentry couple or whatever and move back in.