The small dairy maintained an industrial pasteurizer and provided home-delivered milk in a local distribution area.

I filled in my name where the prompt appeared on the computer screen but my account wasn't recognized.

My uncle spent all day tracking the deer, whose hoofprints were clear in the mud.

Before we could embark on the details of his mother's health we were joined by a fair, plump woman of indefinite age, who had once been—and at moments still was—very pretty. She wore a simple black silk dress, perhaps in deference to Tilly's death, though the note of mourning was jarred by flamboyant aquamarine ear-rings and too much rouge.