Paul stood on the porch, unable to knock. He decided to try the side door.
They’d waited for a night when Steven had gone to a friend’s. She and Paul had agreed it was probably best for Steven not to see his parents having dinner together. It would be unfair to think he wouldn’t get his hopes up.
Karen spotted Paul from the window that overlooked their driveway. She paused before meeting him at the kitchen door. He stood timid as a paperboy waiting to collect his payment; the only difference being Karen owed him nothing—she asked him in anyway.