As they trudge back up onto the porch, she stops.  “This isn’t your house, is it?  Your wife had me use the upstairs bathroom.  All of the rooms up there were empty.  You have sleeping bags in that back bedroom.”

“No one was meant to see what we just did,” he says.  “We almost postponed it when we saw you.  But when you said he picked you up along the road, I knew today wasn’t going to end well for you if we didn’t finish what we’ve been planning.”