Saul gazed, enraptured, at the marvellous scene unfolding before his eyes. Sally’s dim eyes sparkled with a light that had not been seen in years.
The Imam gazed gently at tearful Jim.
All Cabinet meetings are unpleasant; but every one is unpleasant in its own way. “How right this is,” mused Morton Megaraparthenon, as he graciously strode into the chamber.
Saul was incandescent with fury.
Palmer Miller leered at Jesse Chavez. “Ya see this fuckin’ hand, Chico?” he smirked.
Adolph Adams finally stood up. His candidature was finally to begin, at this small ‘fringe’ event.
Honest Adolph finally set the phone down. Troubled and tormented, The Electric Quaker gazed at his half-ironic John Woolman volume. Such a pioneer!
At 6 am, the cleaner finally came round. She gazed helplessly at Dickie. She knew who held all the power here.
“No,” muttered Pastor Trilby. “Nothing else…. They searched the house so thoroughly.”
Saul Friedman sat and stared at the grave.