Maurice sat on the first floor of the antique shop, waiting anxiously for time to pass.
The storm still raged outside the window, with cold winds howling. The sound of the wind and rain, after being dampened and weakened by the doors and windows, turned into an even more unsettling strange howl. It was like waves striking an isolated island in a storm, coming from all directions over and over. And beyond the nearby display window, the scenery across the street was no longer visible.
Nina and Sherry also came down to the first floor. The two girls ran to the window and watched the storm outside with nervous apprehension, occasionally whispering to each other.
However, that mysterious lady named "Alice" seemed to be completely free of such nervousness. She too was gazing out the window, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity and pleasure, a kind... a kind of pleasure that Maurice could not understand.