“You always do.”

A nurse came in with a tray and set it on the rolling table.

The green Jell-O wobbled in its plastic cup.

Margaret reached for the spoon and missed it by an inch.

I put the spoon in her hand.

In the parking lot, I sat in the car with the engine off.

The declined debit card was still in my wallet.

I took it out and turned it over.