Sadie stood quietly for three seconds, her eyes moving from his face to the bill in her hand.

“I have to finish my history chapter,” she mumbled, backing up a step before turning toward her room.

Rory went into the kitchen, pulled out the heavy oak chair by the radiator and sat down with a small creak.

“I’ll take a cup of coffee if there’s any left in the pot,” he said.

I went to the counter and picked up the glass carafe.

“It was made at seven this morning.”