A spider web was strung between the B and the R.

I brushed it off with my thumb and set the sign back down behind the chairs.

The side gate clicked open, and the mail carrier tossed three store flyers into the plastic box next to the hose reel.

I locked up my wallet, slipped the car keys into my skirt pocket, and went back in the house to start getting dinner ready.

At six thirty that evening, the dining room table held three empty casserole dishes and what was left of a green salad.