I was going to find a way to get the eighty acres back, no matter what it cost or how long it took.

Luke shifted the big aluminum roasting pan to his left arm.

The baked ham inside slid heavily against the raised metal edges.

Drops of dark brown glaze coated the underside of the foil lid.

I balanced the heavy ceramic dish of scalloped potatoes on my right hip.

The heat seeped right through the double layer of aluminum foil and warmed the side of my gray wool coat.

We walked slowly past a row of cars parked on the dead spring grass.