Eli turned on the porch light and sat at the base of the stairs, watching the door. Though it was nighttime, he had very few lights on in the house: one lamp in the living room, whose light spilled out into the entry hall and made large polygonal shadows, and one in Eli’s bedroom that gave the upstairs hallway a faint warm glow. The rest of the house was dark and vacant. He was sure it was all the light he needed and wouldn’t dare use any more than that, afraid that the neighbors would notice them at such a late hour. While they weren’t generally inclined to prying, with Eli’s parents out of town, they were surely more observant than usual.