The woods; the night.
The Miraclemaker was in the woods in the night.
He was watching the windows.
There were four of them at the rear of the house, each lit with a golden glow from within. The view through each was perfect, free of blinds or drapes; as the house was backed only by acres of forest, the inhabitants had no need to shield themselves from the prying eyes of neighbors.
The house was ranch-style, with only one level, and the windows were spaced across its length. From watching, the Miraclemaker knew exactly which room was behind each window; he knew the layout of the back half of the house.
At the end of the house to his right, there was a square window, three feet on a side. Behind that one, the eldest son moved back and forth, pacing through his bedroom as he contempla
