After dinner he cleared the plates.

He told me to sit on the couch while he loaded the dishwasher.

I listened to the clink of dishes and the running water.

I made up my mind to call Claire in the morning and tell her to shred the affidavit.

By nine thirty the house had gone completely quiet.

Richard was asleep in the master bedroom.

I could hear his steady breathing down the hall.

I sat at the little wooden desk in our home office with only a brass reading lamp on.