Dick's glance met Carrie's as he passed by the open bedroom door, or as well as they could with his opaque lenses between them. He then moved quickly out of sight, folded up the letter and stuffed it in his glove, then tossed the DVD that came with it behind the television. It was a very busy three tenths of a second.
"Just here for a minute," said Dick, who still hadn't figured out how he was going to tell Carrie... well, anything, really. He didn't know where to start. "Going back out."