“I know how to turn a key,” I said.

Brenda set her red pen down on the table.

“When do you want me to start?” I asked.

“This Saturday at seven thirty in the morning,” she said.

“I’ll be parked out front at seven,” I said.

“I don’t need anyone to open the door for me.”

Friday afternoon, I walked into the local bank branch in the strip mall.

The glass door chimed a bright electronic note.