Hannah walked between us in her blue fleece hoodie.

She pulled the sleeves over her thumbs until her hands were completely hidden.

We stopped at the top of the concrete steps so Claire could check the docket on her phone.

I looked out over the visitor lot and spotted Richard’s black truck.

He had parked at the far edge of the lot, right under the huge branches of an old oak tree.

At the supply yard, he always parked by the oak tree when he was covering up an inventory mistake.