Randall watched his son until he saw the movement on the stairs. He checked his
pocket watch, but he already knew the time. Analisa expected to be served dinner
each evening at 6:30. She arrived at the dining room table promptly at that time each
evening her husband was home. When he wasn’t there, she expected to be served
dinner in her room at that time. Dinner was at 6:30, always. No exceptions.
Analisa ran her hand down the banister as she descended the stairs leading from her
bedroom to the dining room. The noise from Nelson’s rocking chair was so loud that
no one could hear anything else.
Even if the house had been silent, Analisa’s approach would have been a quiet one.
When she reached the final step, she lifted her hand and checked her fingers for dust.
It was always the same routine.
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