He’s been barking at the mail truck all week long.”

I ate half the sandwich.

Sarah took the other half and ate it on her feet, shaking her head at the screen.

By five thirty the office was empty.

I rode the elevator down with my bag on my shoulder and the manila folder tucked under my arm.

The lobby lights had been turned down to half.

Sarah was waiting by the reception desk holding a fat white envelope in both hands.

“The courier dropped this off at five.