Six doors opened.

I counted seven coats climbing out of the three vehicles.

The last man out of the third car held the door for the others and nodded at me the way you nod at the staff.

I straightened my military uniform jacket once and started toward the heavy oak doors.

Victoria was standing in the middle of the foyer, her pearls catching the gray morning light from the transom windows.

She spread her arms as though I had come for a holiday dinner.