We try to avoid those
My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
The driver showed us a wrinkly red River jersey that he had stuffed between the passenger seat.
I climbed around inside, securing the kids, who’d been kept out too late, into the car seats.
We explained that we were tourists looking for a place to watch the Champions League final.
“Go straight,” I said, when the driver had pulled over, his face crinkled in uncertainty.
They were ravenous for new blood.
Sandy drove us past the Safeway, which only looks like a grocery store because there's a line of carts out front all melted together.
Merle loves to stare at people. She is very old.