"Is there a job at the door?" I said.
There was. Snoozy had been keeping it all day — the last lantern of the whole route, the one that had been sitting cleaned on Winky's table since six that morning, the one that goes over the door and says here, this is it, you're home.
I lit it at ten past six, standing on a chair, with my blanket already folded on the window seat for later.