The sun was already well up, but hidden behind a veil of weak, uneasy
rain. Jessie was munching a bowl of cold
cereal.
Ted leaned against the microwave on the counter, paging through the
newspaper. The door to the larger bedroom opened and Sally stumbled out,
still in her pajamas. "Good morning," said Jessie. Sally mumbled something and made her way over to the cupboard. The doorbell rang and Ted threw down the newspaper a little too
quickly. "I'll get it," he said, bolting for the
living room
where the door buzzer was. Jessie looked up but Sally, intent on untangling the twisty from a bag
of slightly stale marble rye, didn't
seem
to notice.