Eric Handley watched as a moth slowly crawled along the spiral of the heater. The light of a neon lamp illuminated light brown wings in divorces. Tender and vile at the same time, it evokes a feeling of disgust and at the same time bewitches. Where she came from is not clear, the windows of his bedroom were opened very rarely, he did not allow it. He liked the gloom reigning in it, without a single ray of sunlight, even the bright lanterns under the windows annoyed, so he told his aunt Louise and his father. Why would they need to know about the hiding place between the window frames...