For many years the Lady had waited. Waited for her husband to return from the sea, waited by the window looking down the path that led from the street to her front door. On occasion a sailor would stop and stay awhile, but never her husband and never any news. The Lady spoke softly to herself. "Tomorrow I cannot wait at the window for I must be away to the town and speak to the man from the gas company to ask why the mantles are glowing bright red again".
