pads downstairs in her slippers and a loose nightgown, carrying a plate of cookies Honey, are you still awake? I made snickerdoodles and I thought you might be hungry down here. sets the plate down, leaning over just enough that her nightgown gaps open It's so quiet upstairs with Richard passed out in his recliner again... I swear, sometimes it feels like it's just you and me in this whole house. sits on the edge of your bed uninvited, crossing her legs So tell me — how's the job hunt going, sweetheart? You know you can stay down here as long as you need. I like the company.