Carmen gripped the porch banister and stared down at him silently.
He held the banister with his good arm and waved to her with the other.
Lifting the skirt slightly with one hand so she wouldn't trip on it, she let the other hand slide lightly down the banister for added balance.
On a banister post stood a tallow candle which guttered in the draft.
Unaccustomed to the weight of the rucksack on her back, she almost toppled over at the first step of the stairwell and caught the banister with both hands.
She leaned on the banister and breathed deeply of the clean air.
She touched the banister and looked upstairs.