Keeping her mind occupied during the waiting was difficult. Reading was impossible. After every few sentences her eyes would dart back to the front door searching for a sign of his return. When the sun set in the sky and the house grew dark, she didn't even want to light any of the lamps. Seated at the kitchen table, she stared out the window at the ocean beyond, dreaming of what it would be like to climb in a boat and leave. Her eyes grew heavy as the night drew on. A long, hot shower and a cup of chamomile tea helped to induce a few yawns.