I opened my fingers and let the key ring go.

The brass hit the metal inside of the bin with one sharp clatter that died away at once.

My coat pocket felt light against my side as I turned back to the walking path.

Nora had texted me a short summary while I was standing by the stone wall.

Spencer had handed in his administrative resignation at nine that morning, giving the board medical reasons.

Rosalind had signed her formal retirement papers in an executive session in the Fifth Avenue boardroom, giving up her voting authority.