The trees were turning gold, and a cold breeze lifted leaves along the pavement.

Lucas pushed the stroller even though Maya insisted she was too old for it.

Caleb used it whenever his legs grew tired, which was frequently.

Savannah carried a thermos of coffee.

I carried a bag of snacks and extra mittens, an assignment I took more seriously than any presentation to investors.

Raymond had offered to accompany us.

I told him the family didn’t need an escort.

He wished us a pleasant afternoon and stayed in Minneapolis.