I looked in and saw Rachel sitting alone in the room.

He saw Rachel standing on the far side of the bedroom.

"I'll run down and see Rachel about it this evening," she thought.

It would be good to see Rachel again, he realized.

It was a day later when I went to see Rachel again.

The problem was that he could see Rachel with a man like that.

But it was almost a relief to finally see Rachel up ahead.

Again he saw Rachel, now serving a table across the room.

It had been eight years since they had last seen Rachel.

But after all, I didn't need to see Rachel every day.