“That’s a lot of thinking to get done before seven.”

She looked at the house, then at me, then back at the house.

“You’ll come to your senses by the weekend.”

She climbed the porch steps with her key already out of her purse.

I got in the car and started the engine, and the radio blared on too loud, so I switched it off.

Toby’s mirror showed me the top of his head and one little hand.

I backed out past the Buick without fastening my seatbelt, and at the bottom of the hill I turned left, and the fog closed in over Elm Street behind me.