It had a thick scalloped edge and a heavy floral pattern pressed deep into the glass.

June had bought it at a hardware store fifty years ago.

I carefully peeled the tight plastic wrap off the container.

The crinkling sounded loud in the quiet kitchen.

I started moving the eggs one by one from the cheap plastic tray onto the heavy glass plate.

The yellow filling smelled strongly of paprika and sweet pickle relish.

Walt came back into the room to throw away his empty cup.

He stopped beside the refrigerator and faced Luke.