Rain splashed against the window, smearing the glow from the street lamps. Angela looked out at the wet street. November. Darkness had come early, unexpectedly, while the three of them sat at the dining room table, working their way through the pot roast and potatoes.
After supper, when the dishes had been washed and put away, Angela and her mother, Norma, moved into the living room while Dan disappeared into his den.