Good night." The hall door below opened and shut.

Footsteps thumped off the porch and out to the street.

Lane heard the giggle of girls, the snap of a car-door, the creaking of wheels, and then a low hum, dying away.
Lorna came slowly up stairs to enter her room, moving quietly.

And Lane lay on his bed, wide-eyed, staring into the blackness.

"My little sister," he whispered to himself.