Claudia had been waiting for Marie for days. She checked her reflection.

The sound of the squeak toy made Mark angry.

On Tuesday, Bonnie always made an effort.

It started like any other evening in the bomb-shelter. Jean picked up her wrench.

Going to the bay was a nice idea. Virgil whistled nonchalantly.

It was a calm, yet eerie Monday night. Anne was at the football stadium.

It was a chilly June afternoon. Chad chuckled to himself as he led the doctor into the attic.

When the moon came up, Zachary knew it was time to run.

Vickie raised her hands.

For as long as Joann could remember, she'd wanted to be a beekeeper.

Lillie was the best biologist who ever lived.

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

When Joe arrived at his funeral, Colleen rushed to see him.

Wallace put down the guitar carefully.

Wesley could see that the drug dealer was boisterous.

It was a long way to the gully. Alexander stopped and chewed his lip.

The fish had escaped. Edith panicked.

Frank had invited a firefighter to Easter. He knew what to do.

When Theresa opened the door Mrs. Harris looked up from her work.

Erika walked into the sauna and looked at Glenda. "You make me jealous," she said.

After spending a night on a plane, Anthony was relieved to see his boss.

Byron opened the door to the cell. The stench was surprisingly pleasant.

Stephen had come to Antarctica alone. He was here to meet the drummer.

Charles knew that the rat was effeminate.

Scestou Heartface raised her axe.

"Just be yourself," Kathryn told herself as she waited at the bakery.

The diplomat opened the door, and led Arnold inside.

There had never been a sniper quite like Harvey Tremblay, and he knew it.

As soon as the party started, Chester lowered his gaze.

Patrick swallowed nervously. It was going to be a momentous night.

Christopher was coming. He closed his eyes and took a breath.

It was a damp December afternoon. Mary-Beth was in the cafe.

Josephine could feel her life slipping away.

The chapel was dark and oddly quiet.

Going to the stream was a terrible idea. Jessica cracked open another beer.

Joann was delighted to be free.

Philip twiddled his thumbs.

When Yolanda arrived at Christmas, everyone gasped.

Roberta walked into the kitchen and looked at Stacey. "You make me dance," she said.

Denise knew that the scout was political.

Lord Wallace was waiting in the waiting room.

It was a chilly morning. Elsie took a sip of her long white as she led the DJ into the conservatory.

Ella put down the ukulele carefully.

Seth could tell that Christian was artful. He opened the door to the dining room.

The sound of the helicopter arriving made Becky angry.

On Saturday, Glenda made a treehouse.

Lady Joan was in one of her moods.

For as long as Jay could remember, he'd wanted to be a linguist.

Jon staggered in the darkness. The walls were slimey.

Howard had been expecting Jamie for four days. He shrugged.