The bill came to eleven dollars and forty cents.

I left a twenty on the table and waited for the change, because I had already learned not to leave anything loose in this town.

Arthur’s porch light was still burning at seven the next morning.

He had the door open before I got up the steps.

“You want to hear me say it,” he said.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I was wrong about you, Mason.” He stepped back and let me in.