“Easter dinner is always better with a huge crowd.”

I slid the scaler into my breast pocket.

The tax records showed Walt was still the sole owner of the eighty acres.

My breathing slowed to a normal rhythm.

The survey flags by the red barn had to be a simple precaution.

I pulled up the bank website and checked our savings balance.

He wanted to make sure everything was legally perfect before he sold it to his son.

The clinic phone rang, and Sarah answered it to book a filling.