She walks in the door and he lowers his voice.

She sits in her chair, taking out a book, reading with her glasses halfway down her nose.

He excuses himself, they need more milk, he’ll pop out and get some.

She waits till he leaves.

She takes off her glasses and closes her book.

She goes to the fridge, and sees, sure enough, a whole unopened bottle of milk.

A sharp voiced phone call and the car returns, he traipses up the drive.

She picks up her glasses and sits back in her rocking chair.

(Not a dialogue scene, but…)