On Tuesday, Russell always made connections.

Clifton took a bite of his bratwurst. It was going to be a long afternoon.

If the referee didn't arrive soon, Heidi didn't know what she would do.

Tamara felt that the kitten was confident.

It was a bleak, wintery July night. Lonnie was in the bomb-shelter.

Chael Hope-eater raised his axe.

Smoke was in the air. Rene waited.

Willie opened the door to the basement. She had dreamed of this moment.

Theodore could feel his life slipping away.

Ricardo was painting. He crouched and tied his laces.

Yvonne was suprised to be floating.

Lord Franklin was in one of his moods.

When Jimmy opened the door Mr. Martin looked up from his work.

When rain stopped, Sandra knew it was time to run.

There had never been a flight attendant quite like Ronald Washington, and he knew it.

The bright light coming from the laundry made Angel uneasy.

Henry fumbled in the darkness. The walls were slimey.

Erica put down the licorice twist slowly.

Everett had never been to the valley. He took a bite of his carrot.

Samantha could tell that Toni was a brewer. She tried not to worry.

Ivan walked into the studio and glanced at Colleen. "You make me lie," he said.

Jerry could see that the manicurist was high-spirited.

Ruben had invited a duck to his funeral. He knew it wouldn't end well.

When Deanna arrived at her wedding, Cassandra fainted.

When Fred arrived at Thanksgiving, Theresa laughed at him.

The sound of snoring made Tammy laugh.

Ian was disappointed that everyone was coming to his grand opening.

"It's going to be okay," Darren told himself as he waited in the garden.

The security guard opened the door, and led Maria inside.

If the bishop didn't arrive soon, Stacy didn't know what she would do.

Nicholas opened the door to the office. He was afraid of what he might find.

The basement was deserted.

On Monday, Cecil made a puppet.

Tamara knew that Pearl was disruptive.

Someone had invited an ant to the wedding. Mark knew it wouldn't end well.

Max took a bite of his muffin. It was going to be a fantastic evening.

Craig could see that Benjamin was easily discouraged. He opened the door to the guest room.

Scheos arose from slumber.

When the moon came up, Tom knew it was time to find shelter.

Emma was the best record producer in town.

The wolf had escaped. Michael knew exactly what to do.

It was a typical evening in the attic. Dorothy struggled to breathe.

Gerald could see that Milton was an undertaker. He tried not to laugh.

Clayton knew that the monkey was at ease.

Lady Ponthelm was waiting in the dungeon.

Lady Claudia was eating in the wine cellar.

Corey had never been to the desert. He took a long sip of his cappuccino.

It was a cold, moonlit Sunday night. Ralph took a bite of his kebab as he led the shepherd into the living room.

When Ronnie arrived at his party, everyone welcomed him.

The music coming from the attic made Rafael uneasy.