“Yes.

We will only stay as long as you want.”

I had known my son-in-law for fourteen years.

I knew his habits, his careful way of folding receipts, and the way he checked a bill twice before putting it away.

I had never heard him speak to anyone with quite that much patience.

The woman finally took a sip from the cup.

Calvin held the entrance door open for her, and she went inside ahead of him.