The Room My Father Built
These footsteps were slow, and they were placed, and they stopped twice.
The second one was at the bottom of the stairs, and it lasted about four seconds, and I understand now that he was listening for the furnace.
He came up.
I got down onto my stomach and put my face to the slots.
There is a window at the end of that landing and there was a moon that night, and I could see him from the knees up as he came onto the boards.
He was wearing a dark knit hat.