Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
The grass was trimmed short.
Arthur always kept the yard in perfect shape.
He edged the sidewalks every Saturday morning and swept the concrete clean.
I stopped on the path and looked at the front of the brick house.
The living room blinds were pulled completely shut.
The thick fabric curtains were drawn tight behind the glass.
Arthur never closed the blinds during the day.
He liked the natural sunlight.