I could see it all: how she dashed down the stairs when she heard his Mercedes turn onto the street at the top of the hill; how she stepped out the door nonchalantly as if she was just going for a walk and strode past the Mercedes with a swish of her skirt, only to lock eyes with the developer in the rearview mirror as he pretended to be checking on the progress of the construction of the new buildings; how the construction workers looked at her in profound quietnes—yes, I intentionally left off the final s because I want the quietness to be even more quiet, but let’s get back to the story—
Example 1 of the rambling tone, hopping all over and "intentionally leaving stuff out," only to revisit it time and time again.
