[…] I walked slowly through the apartment. I had lived in it my entire life, but I never really saw it until I went through it that Friday afternoon. (5.10)
That night, as we sat at the kitchen table, with the Shabbat meal over, […] my father answered some of my questions about Danny Saunders. (104.1)
"You live in this house?"
"We have the upper two floors. It’s a fine arrangement." (7.88)