My key turns easily in the antique lock. I edge the heavy wooden door open and let myself inside the old, statuesque manor house on Greek row. In the foyer, I am greeted by absolute stillness. The boys are all in their rooms. They know what time it is. I make my way up the grand, hook-turn staircase and through the mezzanine, all the way down to a long hallway of closed doors. I drop my bag and slip off my shoes before ap...