Keeping an eye on

bShe walked out of the front door, down the footpath to the front gate. She opens the lid of the letterbox and closes it. No letters, although this is the second time she has checked it this morning. She looks up and down the road. Then she walks over to the roses and looks at them. Next, she walks to the driveway. The curtains in the house twitch. She can’t easily be seen from the drive. She comes back towards the path leading to the door. The curtains settle back.