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Show 323 tell them that Richard was not going to come down to the bedroom. Kneeling there on the floor next to each other, random clothes pressed against different parts of their bodies, they heard him go into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. There was a clinking of dishes against milk bottles, and then the refrigerator door closed. A drawer opened and they heard him rummaging among the silverware. They stared at each other as they heard him go back to the living room and sink into the couch. A newspaper rattled, and a spoon clicked against something hard. Suddenly she dropped the sock and hurled herself at Lorin, burying her head under his chin and holding him tightly to her body. Startled, he put his arms around her. "He's got to have heard us," he whispered. "Of course he heard us," she whispered back. "What are we going to do?" he asked. "God, I don't know. He's waiting for us to come out." They stood up quickly and began dressing, Lorin struggling into his temple garments and then buttoning his shirt in all the wrong holes while Alice moved swiftly with a quiet, stricken purposefulness. He tied his shoes, put on his suit jacket and stuffed the tie into the pocket. Then, because there was nothing else to do, they left the bedroom, closing the door behind them, and walked down the short hallway to the living room, Lorin in front, Alice a few steps behind. Thus it was Lorin who was just in time to see Richard's back disappearing through the door to the garage and the door close behind him. Alice stepped from behind Lorin and stared at the empty couch with the dish of half-eaten butterscotch pudding on the coffee table in front of it. Lorin pointed to the door. They heard the garage door swing up and a scramble of feet on the concrete floor, and then they heard the door to the Volkswagen open and slam shut. The engine |