I’ve got a heavy deadbolt in the back of the shop.

I’ll bring it Saturday morning, along with a drill that fits it.”

“Bring your glasses too.”

“I’ll bring the boy who works for me,” he said.

“He’s stronger than I am, and he doesn’t talk.”

Ruth kissed me twice and carried the dish back out, and Arthur stood at the curb until her car door shut, and then I heard steps again while I was turning off the kitchen light.

Frank, back up on the porch, not knocking.