Jake and Elsie stumble companionably into the residence. She’s far too drained to give him a hard time, and he’s much too tired to care.
“Goodnight Elsie. Thanks.” says Jake, surprised at how much he really means it, as he heads down the hall.
Elsie nods and is crossing through the common room toward the interior stairs when she notices the sectional is occupied. She’s started up the stairs when she realizes that it’s Eric’s unmistakable profile against the blue cushions. He’s snoring a little, and some one’s draped the afghan over him.
Hmm, she smiles, thinking, he’s been waiting up for her. That’s a rush. Tired or not, she decides she might like to enjoy a little Eric. He always liked her special way of waking him.
Drifting back down the stairs, loosening her blouse on the way she’s a little surprised at just how excited she actually is. Maybe she misses Eric. But as she rounds the sofa she realizes that something’s not right. Ah. The lump in his armpit isn’t the dreadful pink afghan, it’s that bitch Amelia. Guess she read that wrong. Elsie beats a retreat. Back to Plan A.
At least the batteries will be charged by now.
