On that very evening, Lenore wept silently in her corner, her gaze fixed intensely on her bedroom door from the corner of her eye. She had heard Leroy pacing back and forth a hundred times since morning, and she already imagined the worst. In her mind, he was bringing with him tools of torture and punishment, and he was taking so long to come see her because he needed time to prepare. He would undoubtedly blame her and inflict punishment for daring to exceed her bounds.