I put it in the canvas bag.

I left the bag leaning against the mahogany of my desk and switched off the brass study lamp.

The farmhouse was completely silent.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, knowing exactly what I had to buy as soon as the stores opened their registers.

The morning light showed the dust drifting above the metal clothing racks in the thrift store.

Margaret drummed her manicured fingernails on the edge of a wooden display table by the door.