“I’m calling my lawyer this minute!”

“He can talk to our finance department Monday morning,” the driver said.

He climbed back into the cab, put the heavy transmission in drive, and pulled out onto the main road, spraying gray gravel over the grass.

I went back into the living room and sat on the edge of the blue armchair.

Vanessa pushed the front door closed behind her, her face flushed red.

She folded her arms tight across her chest and paced back and forth between the hall and the sofa.