He stopped what he was doing to watch her. He knew he shouldn't but his eyes kept glancing over at her.
Sheehan never seemed in a hurry and always washed one dish at a time. She would take one plate from the pile beside the sink and slip it into the water. The plate would then be cleaned by way of a dish cloth and elbow grease. Once cleaned, Sheehan would set it on the dish rack and go on to the next plate.
Her eyes caught his and she smiled. That perfect smile that told him she was happy.