She stared back at him with the neutral innocence of a child waiting obediently for the start of a piano lesson.

NEWYORKER: The Valetudinarian

She looked up while he still watched, his curiosity beyond restraint, and her eyes stared back at him, but she did not avert her gaze.

NEWYORKER: The Woman of the House

He stared back, his upper lip trembling in what she thought was the beginning of an insult.

NEWYORKER: The Visitor