the murals gave off their reassuring colors to the twilight in the room , and in the magnificent oaks , the oaks that could comfort you even when no human being could , the cicadas had begun to sing , and the warm spring air rolled through the room , from windows that were open everywhere around them-here , and in the parlor , and perhaps in the back to the great unused pool , windows open to the garden graveyard where the bodies lay-the bodies of her only children .