Rita slowly inched her head to the edge of the curtain, so she could peer around it to see if he was home yet. No matter how carefully she moved her head, her heart was in her mouth as she contemplated the thought that he might be just outside, and would catch her in the act of spying. She held her breath, as though that would be sufficient to render her invisible. Tingles ran up and down her spine, the only excitement in her life for a long, long time.
Her left eye reached the edge of the curtain, where his front door became visible to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t arrived home yet, but a mere three sec...
