use chapter four vocabulary to describe the emotional situation below
Stephen watched in anger as Lynda escaped out the back window into the awaiting cab drivers arms; she was free from his abuse and torment. Stephen knew that she was going to his mothers place for the weekend, there he would find her and finish the job.
Through a cruel trick of perspective, this drawing appears to show a gentleman sadly watching a couple elope. However, you can tell by the position of the base of the tree and the unusual size difference between it and the gentleman that he is merely walking by and realizing he's about to have a heart attack.
Stephen watched as Roy lifted Lynda through the window. "Sloppy", he said under his breath as the wind picked up again. Now they'd have to hide her body AND the cab drivers. "This isn't what I signed up for." he muttered to himself wondering how they'd find extra lye on a Thursday night in West Covina. The cabbie beeped his horn.
i will accept all of these answers, a-plusses all around
"That fucker's going to kick that stone lantern, isn't he," thought Robert, touching the tree at four inches below the cleft with his thumb, first, and third fingers, tapping five times with the three fingertips in unison. "Fucker's going to kick that lantern before I've finished my rounds. Fucker's going to break that lantern and I'll never be able to safely step outside the parking lot." Robert changed to second and fourth fingers, tapping five times, while inhaling sharply through his teeth each time.
Tom Swift could deny the rumors no longer. Fearing to make any noise, he watched the house give birth to a full grown woman. Even worse, that woman was his long dead wife. It was time to write a letter to the President. And to find out why his neighbor was acting as the obstetrician.
Bob Kwan, the inventor of the door, experiences his "Eureka" moment.
James felt confused as he watched Sarah climb out the window. That man was not Sarah's husband. James had actually never seen that man before. And he would know: he'd been keeping a list of everyone who came and went from Sarah's house since she and her husband Ron moved in six years ago. James knew Ron was abusive, and he felt almost glad for Sarah, but what he felt more pointedly was a sense of loss. He had watched Sarah's bedroom window as she undressed so often from behind that tree that he could almost feel the pattern of his fingers worn into the bark. He had always imagined going in on a morning after Ron had yelled at her, when she was feeling weak and vulnerable, and consoling her. Rescuing her. He imagined smelling her hair, but he was too scared to make his move, and in the next few minutes it would forever be too late. His only consolation in this moment was the idea that maybe he could go in through the window and get something of hers that she'd left behind. Maybe he could try on her bathrobe or her stockings. She had to have left dirty laundry that smelled like her; why would she take dirty laundry? James was excited. As soon as he wrote down the man's license plate, he'd circle back and take his time inside. He knew Ron wouldn't be home until after 6, and it was just past 10 in the morning.