[Thursday, Davis residence, afternoon.]
Once again, the day went on as usual — well, his new usual, anyway.
Although he had tried to comfort them, Marianne, Elizabeth, and Rachel were still unsettled about what he had to do. At the very least, the last of the three was already a bit calmer about it. The real trouble was the other two.
That was clear by the way he was, at this very moment, talking with Rachel.
Sitting on the living room couch, they had already been talking for a while.
She was beside him, wearing a large white T-shirt, gray sweat shorts that reached halfway down her thighs, her legs crossed. One hand rested on the back of the couch, and the other held the TV remote over her thighs.
