I laughed.

Lucas rolled his eyes, but he handed her the spoon so she could taste the broth.

I watched him carefully.

Once, he would have taken that correction as an insult.

Now he simply asked whether more stock would help balance it.

As the rice cooked, Marian told us about an apartment she and my father had rented when they first married.

The kitchen had been so small that two people could not stand in it at the same time.