She got up, took her drink and turned toward the exit.

“Things always go better when people know their place in a structure,” Chloe said.

She let the glass door swing shut behind her and never glanced back over her shoulder.

I left my tea half drunk on the laminate table and walked back up the hill to the house.

The microwave clock said six forty-five when Patrick unlocked the front door and came into the living room.

He tossed his car keys into the little ceramic dish on the entry table.