Evening #2 of Takeaway looking not exactly anxious, but I think she's found a new way to express anticipation.
Pace... Look at roof... Go over there so she can look at the roof from a different angle...
Pace... suddenly Stop-Look-Listen... Pace some more...
She's got a bad case of "Late prom date" - "He's five minutes late and he hasn't called... was that a car stopping?? I'd better look, again..." Ha ha.
I haven't the heart to tell her that unless he slept on the roof, he's not going to be here in the next five minutes.
"Shh! I can't hear myself fretting...", ha ha.
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