The most recent toll charge was three weeks old, from a Saturday trip to Cody’s pediatric dentist.

There were no tolls logged on Tuesday evening.

She hadn’t driven our car to the Prime Grill.

Somebody else had driven her.

I shut the browser and powered down the laptop.

At fourteen hundred hours I walked over to the motor pool.

The desert sun scorched the corrugated metal roofs of the maintenance bays.

I stood next to a transport truck holding a shop rag.