I had to slide them into the back seat because the trunk was too shallow.

I went back inside, grabbed the folder, and walked out the front door.

I locked it behind me for the evening.

The silver car sat quietly in the driveway.

I opened the passenger door and laid the brown folder on the seat.

The gravel of my parents’ driveway crunched under the unfamiliar tires of the rental sedan.

Every window on the first and second floors glowed bright yellow against the night sky.

Helen normally left only the porch light on to save electricity.