Even though Caleb had known in the core of his being that Lily would not be waiting in his house when he returned from Spokane, he was disappointed not to find her there. As he walked through the dusty rooms where the furniture looked misshapen under coverings of cloth he imagined the changes Lily's presence would have wrought in the place. It was cold and dank in that house, but Lily would have had fires burning on both the hearths and in the kitchen stove. The rooms were dark and smelled musty, but if Lily had been there, the good scents of bread baking and of woman would have been in the air, and the windows would have glowed with light. Caleb sighed. He was getting pretty fanciful these days, he thought to himself. The plain, unvarnished reality was that while Lily might surrender her body to him--her own needs drove her to do that--she had no intention of surrendering her dreams. After