“But they aren’t your mother.”

Richard checked his pockets and took out his car keys.

“We have to get a hotel room near the county courthouse,” Richard said.

“We’ll be back before visiting hours end.”

They walked out of the room together.

Linda left her small plastic hairbrush on my nightstand.

At seven o’clock, I rode the elevator down to the ground floor.

The hospital cafeteria was mostly empty.