It was just August; everything was bright and warm.

Under the blue sky they could all see she was dying.
Yet she was jollier than she had been for weeks.

They all laughed and talked.
"Annie," she exclaimed, "I saw a lizard dart on that rock!" Her eyes were so quick; she was still so full of life.
Morel knew she was coming.

He had the front door open.

Everybody was on tiptoe.