The sun went down early and left our kitchen windows completely black.

I spread the Kearney Hub flat on the counter and weighed down the corners with two heavy coffee mugs.

The headlights of a Buick with one hundred ninety thousand miles on it washed across the driveway.

I watched the beams cut across the dark lawn before the engine shut off.

Luke came in through the back door a minute later in his heavy work boots.

He dropped his lunchbox by the sink and took off his dirty winter coat.