He put the heavy box down on the glass coffee table.

I sat in the flowered armchair and watched him take a thick cream envelope off the top of the pile.

It was the formal RSVP card Vanessa had shown him at his architecture office.

The cruel insults were still written across the back in black ink.

Ethan went over to the big brick fireplace.

He reached up to the wooden mantel and took down a brass matchbox.

He struck a long wooden match on the stone hearth.