Rachel got dressed and started to go downstairs. She was hungry. She was
going to see Susan Lewis at the hospital later and also stop over and see
her friend Julie who she used to go to school with. But she had some extra
time and wanted to get something to eat, maybe some coffee. I might as well
eat here, she thought.
As she edged down the stairs, she noticed Elizabeth fussing with the coffeepot. She had just made a pot of cofee and the aroma was very alluring. Rachel started to go down but then stopped as she noticed Robert come over towards Elizabeth. He was carrying Ella and he put her into her highchair. Then he came up behind Elizabeth and put his arms around her waist. She laughed and sort of leaned against him.
"Just a minute," Elizabeth said. "You're too impatient."
Robert put his hands on the edges of Elizabeth's blue-and-white cable knit sweater, and moved them over to her breasts. "Give me some of that," he said.
"The coffee? Wait your turn. I made it," Elizabeth said poutily. She tried to pour a coup as he put his hand on her backside. "Robert!"
"Oh, all right, I'll stop."
"You'd better stop," she said, still mock-pouty. He whispered something in her ear. "Come on," she said, laughing.
Rachel continued to watch them from the steps. They didn't seem to notice she was there. I can eat later, Rachel thought. There's that coffeeshop on Clark Street that I always liked. Maybe I can just get something there. She went back up the steps, grabbed her backpack, went down the steps, and took one last look at Elizabeth and Robert. Rachel opened the front door quietly and went outside, closing the door behind her.
As she edged down the stairs, she noticed Elizabeth fussing with the coffeepot. She had just made a pot of cofee and the aroma was very alluring. Rachel started to go down but then stopped as she noticed Robert come over towards Elizabeth. He was carrying Ella and he put her into her highchair. Then he came up behind Elizabeth and put his arms around her waist. She laughed and sort of leaned against him.
"Just a minute," Elizabeth said. "You're too impatient."
Robert put his hands on the edges of Elizabeth's blue-and-white cable knit sweater, and moved them over to her breasts. "Give me some of that," he said.
"The coffee? Wait your turn. I made it," Elizabeth said poutily. She tried to pour a coup as he put his hand on her backside. "Robert!"
"Oh, all right, I'll stop."
"You'd better stop," she said, still mock-pouty. He whispered something in her ear. "Come on," she said, laughing.
Rachel continued to watch them from the steps. They didn't seem to notice she was there. I can eat later, Rachel thought. There's that coffeeshop on Clark Street that I always liked. Maybe I can just get something there. She went back up the steps, grabbed her backpack, went down the steps, and took one last look at Elizabeth and Robert. Rachel opened the front door quietly and went outside, closing the door behind her.