Rachel lifts her head off the blotter and looks at her husband through the glass.
"You can go," she says.
He goes.
She drives home an hour later and finds the guest room door shut and the light on underneath it. She doesn't knock. She sleeps in the master bed alone for the first time in five years and it is enormous.
Thanksgiving is at one, which is early enough to be a punishment.
She dresses in the green dress and puts her hair up and comes downstairs to find Jake already waiting in the hall, in a suit, holding his keys.
"You're early," she says.
"You're late." He opens the front door. "I've been sitting in the car since eleven so your staff would see me."
"That's a nice touch."
"I'm not an idiot."
They take her car. Oliver follows in his.
Susy sees them from the front window
