She heard his car pull over the driveway. She looked from the bedroom window and saw him get out of his car. He was alone. She didn’t really expect him to be.
In the kitchen, she saw him take a beer from the groceries he was carrying and drank it warm. He plopped himself down on the ratty sofa and watched him turn on the TV to watch the evening news.

She moved ever so quietly behind the chair as not to disturb anything. She waited and waited. He soon got bored with the…
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