It was six o’clock in the evening; Zoon opened the window and looked out. The day was passing and gloom was descending over the town. Clouds, threatening a heavy rain, were gathering in the sky. A few lights had appeared here and there. The road across was deserted and the windows of the houses, curtained and closed, gave no sign of life behind them. An hour more and it will look like a dead town, Zoon thought. It was loneliness that was troubling her; once done with her chores there was nothing to do but wait.