I asked the orderly to stop my chair by the big glass windows at the front of the building.

He parked the wheels over a seam in the carpet and walked away to answer a call light.

The evening sun cast long, dark shadows across the crowded visitor parking lot.

My parents stood near the automatic doors, holding their heavy winter coats over their arms.

Allison stood next to them in her gray wool jacket, carrying a heavy canvas backpack.

She tapped her phone screen over and over with her right thumb.