She closed the refrigerator and leaned against it.

The cane tapped once against the floor.

“Caroline asked if she could bring the casserole in her own car,” Rosalie said.

“She hasn’t driven over here since before.”

“Then she can bring it in her own car.”

The dog walked between us and sat on my boot.

Rosalie looked down at him, then at the drawer.

“The final statement came from the trustee,” she said.