Chapter 2That evening, as I sat at home watching television and nothing in particular, I found myself wondering what Gayle was doing at that moment. I couldn’t imagine that someone like her - pretty and intelligent and a wonderful conversationalist - would be sitting at home alone. I turned to look up the steps, up toward the bedrooms. Rachel and Kate were in her room with the door closed. The stereo was playing, though not loudly, and every now and then, I’d hear one or both of them laugh. I turned back to the television and smiled and sighed. At least someone was having a good time.
When I finally went to bed, they were still in Rachel’s room, although, once in a while, they had made sudden quick appearances throughout the course of the evening. Otherwise, they remained cloistered away
