“We’ll need milk and bread before Monday.”

“Thomas said the moving truck’s coming at nine.”

“Then we’ll need milk and bread before nine.”

At five we took three mugs and the baby out onto the deck.

The water had turned gold around the edges.

A heron stood on the dock across the way, then took off.

Little Walter crawled between our chairs and picked up a splinter from the boards.

Helen worked it out with her thumbnail while he fussed.