“What’s the difference?”

He backed out slowly and carefully and turned left at the top of the road the way he always did, and the squeal of that belt hung in the driveway a good while after the truck was gone.

I went back inside and threw the deadbolt.

It hadn’t been thrown in a long time, and it took both hands.

The sink was still dripping when I spread the Thursday paper flat on the kitchen table.

Gary lay on his back under the cabinet with one arm up in the pipes.