At 6:17 on a Saturday morning, Maya heard a crash from the backyard and thought the old fence had finally given up. Instead, a stack of cabinet doors had slid off the demolition pile, scattering across the concrete beneath a pink Los Angeles sky. By noon, the driveway was supposed to be clear. The family moving into the house in Silver Lake on Monday had already called twice, and a dumpster sat nearly full beside the garage, its steel sides holding the leftovers of a kitchen that had not existed since Thursday.
