He switched off the light and examined two other glass panes, turning on 
their lights one after another. One shelf contained a miniature cathedral, 
another an old English kitchen. Their stillness and precision calmed him, drew 
him in as if they were enchanted items—the lotuses from the Odyssey. Then he
remembered the task at hand and clicked off the lights. He stepped up to the 
front door and looked through the window. Nothing. He checked his watch. She 
wouldn’t be back for at least twenty or thirty minutes, if Billy’s information
was accurate.