She, being sensitive to changes in air pressure, woke in the dark feeling an exterior door had been opened. She felt for the putter by the bed and took one deep breath from the musty sheets. Isola De Sasso steps gently through the hallway holding the putter elbows high. Her shadow spreads out from patio lights shining into windows. A change in wind had jarred a side door open because of a faulty lock. Isola stood in the dark, seeing that everything was still in place. She lit a cigarette to ease her nerves, walking gently back to bed. In her room, she watched the man sleeping to get his full eight. Her grip on the putter finally relaxed as she put her cigarette out, easing back to bed which had cooled.