On Saturday, Ramona always made time.

Perry could see that the director was amused.

Elaine was growling. She whistled nonchalantly.

Carolyn put down the ukulele nervously.

Tanya fumbled in the gloom. The walls were crumbling.

Sonia opened the door to the outhouse. The stench was surprisingly pleasant.

The library was covered in blood.

Tara could tell that Hazel was a publisher. She tried not to laugh.

Shazhua Hoperunner raised her shield.

Sheila took a bite of her fishcake. It was going to be a momentous morning.

It was a long and sleepless May night. Terri raised her hands as she led the air traffic controller into the lobby.

Joann could feel her life slipping away.

Darren was worried that everyone was coming to Thanksgiving.

The music coming from the library made Douglas hopeful.

Debra was in the nuclear power-plant. She had a fork in her hand.

Dwayne could see that the fish was original.

It was a long way to the forest. Joyce stopped and wanted food.

There had never been a shepherd quite like Rick Lee, and he knew it.

Marilyn was the best oracle bar none.

After spending a night in the airport, Ted was relieved to see his car.

If the drug dealer didn't arrive soon, Wilma didn't know what she would do.

Someone had invited a kitten to the wedding. Milton knew the fun was about to begin.

The horse was on the prowl. Julia knew exactly what to do.

"Dare to dream," Christopher told himself as he waited in the backyard.

Gertrude walked into the walk-in freezer and looked at Valerie. "You make me exercise," she said.

Sheila was suprised to be alone.

Deanna had been expecting Kathryn for three days. She bit her fingernails.

Grace had come to London prepared. She was here to meet the tax collector.

Audrey was sitting. She closed her eyes and took a drag on her cigarette.

As soon as Thanksgiving started, Mae smiled knowingly.

Bertha felt that the translator was fiery.

The laundry was locked.

Stella had invited a horse to Easter. She knew the fun was about to begin.

It was a quiet morning down by the river.

A sense of mystery was in the air. Bob looked at the time.

For as long as Olga could remember, she'd wanted to be a mortician.

When Roberto opened the door Mr. Coleman looked up from his book.

Ramona hoped that Lorraine was repugnant.

Laurie opened the door to the dining room. She chewed her lip.

Maurice could tell that Travis was hefty. He opened the door to the basement.

It was a glorious Saturday night. Heidi was in the attic.

The smell coming from the attic made Michelle uneasy.

The florist opened the door, and led Jacqueline inside.

Mary-Jo fumbled in the gloom. The walls were slimey.

When Alicia arrived at her party, Rosa welcomed her.

There had never been a farmer quite like Vickie Green, and she knew it.

It was a long way to the ocean. Alma stopped and nodded to the writer.

Joanne lit a cigarette.

Manuel put down the bike nervously.

It started like any other evening in the deli. Guy took a sip of his cappuccino.