“Turn your head. No, the other way. Out the window.′ I turn to the steamed-over plate glass, the shadowed buildings across the street. ‘What, like this?’ ‘Now move your eyes and look at me. Just your eyes. Tilting up a bit. Yes.’ He breathes out. ‘Just like that. that, Miss Lily Dane, of only the best sorts of places, that is why I couldn’t go back to sleep last night.”

“Turn your head. No, the other way. Out the window.′ I turn to the steamed-over plate glass, the shadowed buildings across the street. ‘What, like this?’ ‘Now move your eyes and look at me. Just your eyes. Tilting up a bit. Yes.’ He breathes out. ‘Just like that. that, Miss Lily Dane, of only the best sorts of places, that is why I couldn’t go back to sleep last night.”

— Beatriz Williams