After setting the table, she found Carl dressed and in her office playing with the computer keyboard. You've got to turn it on if you want to produce anything. She giggled from the doorway. She saw Carl glance at the drawing that she had left next to the keyboard. Every curve, every shading was in place.
Lunch is on the table.
She was already seated when Carl entered the dining room. At the table Beverly kept staring at his hands. He looked at his cut and callused hands. God, it's been, what, eight months since I've been at your place. It was the day I signed the lease for this house.