I pulled it free with my thumbnail.

I unlaced the right boot, then the left, and set them side by side by the door.

The dog sniffed the left toe and walked away.

Inside, I hung my service coat in the hall closet.

The hanger turned on the rod, and I let it settle.

Rosalie was on the couch with her feet on a cushion and the cane against the armrest.

Rain began against the windows, soft and steady, not hard enough to matter.