He had refused because, he said, the old one already knew how to sit on his head.

Now a child I had never seen was wearing it.

I paid the driver and stood on the driveway with my bag against my side.

Several boxes near the entrance had PATRICK written on them in thick marker.

His shoes were beside the stairs.

His travel bag rested on a hall chair.

His cane leaned against the wall.

Not misplaced at the hospital.