The old room was familiar, but something seemed out of place. she peered in through the twilight gloom, examining each detail from the safety of the hallway. the china cabinet was neat and dusted, and a bowl of fresh flowers was placed precisely in the middle. that was as it should be, as long as aunt susan was alive. the corner clock ticked ominously through the evening dusk, five minutes slow as usual. waiting to be lit, the candles were stationed like sentinels at either end of the sideboard that stood opposite the hallway door. the supper table was in its winter spot before the fireplace on the right wall. even the wood was laid on the hearth waiting to be kindled. the room looked like this every evening at five o'clock. cautiously, she stepped into her aunt's dining room. the old bench was against the wall behind her to the right. and to the left . . she gasped. it was open. the old trap door was open! what is this paragraph's organization? simple listing. chronological order. order of importance. spatial order.