“The invoice is on my work computer.

I’ll print it out for you tomorrow if you’re going to make a federal case out of a simple business deposit.”

He picked up his bottle and walked out of the kitchen.

The front lock clicked at half past nine.

Ava dropped her green canvas track bag on the porch floorboards.

The metal zippers clattered against the wood.

I walked out of the kitchen to meet her in the front hallway.

“How was track practice?” I asked.