Clearly the white house at 801 Prospect Lane has weathered its share of storms, earthquakes, and destructive gales since 1910. Tanya approaches it cautiously, feeling an odd sense of vertigo. She wonders whether her disequilibrium stems from the foreboding appearance of the property or from her self-consciousness in front of the local residents who are scrutinizing her from across the street. A shade rolls up inside a large picture window, framing the silhouette of a lady who wears her hair in a bun atop her head. The figure drifts away from the glass and then materializes on the front porc... Show more