Deborah Returns At Dusk, Sees Car
Headlights eased into the drive at dusk, and Deborah carried two bags through the foyer. She paused when she saw my car by the porch and set the bags on the tile.
The door cracked wider, and she stepped onto the mat asking what I was doing here. I stood near the railing with my folder and said I was documenting maintenance.
She shot a look toward the road, then back at the keys clipped to my belt.