"You might want … shoes," Cora said awkwardly.
She removed his shoes and covered him with a blanket.
She kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the couch, lacing fingers behind her head.
Opening her door quietly she carried her shoes to the kitchen before putting them on.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
He sat up in bed, waiting for her to come in and show him the shoes she inevitably bought.
His hair was a tad past barbering time and he wore polished black shoes and black socks, inconsistent with the rest of his attire.
Slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, she headed for the kitchen.
Look, Kris, don't take our resistance personally. Anyone who tried to step into Andre's shoes would receive the same treatment. It's too soon after his death.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd see my doctor about some form of birth control.
"Don't forget shoes," Cora yelled as Deidre disappeared down the hallway.
Elisabeth was putting her shoes on as he entered.
She unrolled her pants legs and slipped into her shoes, giving him a chagrined smile.
She hung the last garment and changed into jeans and tennis shoes before leaving the house.
"Howie needs help putting his shoes on the right feet," Quinn grumbled.
I invited him to pitch shoes with me but he wouldn't have any of it.
After eleven pairs of shoes, two stray dogs who gave up on me, and a girl friend who skipped off with a coal truck driver in West Virginia, here I am.
The attorney quickly recovered and half slid, half ran down the slope next to his Jeep where they were standing, covering his shiny black shoes with dust in the process and nearly falling on the seat of his creased shorts.
I wouldn't tell that ninny if his shoes were on fire and he was standing at a leaky gas pump.
I need more shoes and I can't call a portal.
"Gabriel said no more shoes," Cora said.
Wynn removed his shoes and sat nearby, uneasy but unwilling to show it.
He wore no shoes and sat with his arms draped over his knees.
Tying comfortable shoes, she drew a deep breath.
He was dressed in worn clothing and shoes and flattened his palms against the window, as if he'd never been on a train before.
As she bent to tie her shoes, a gory vision made her stagger.
The taste of death was in her mouth and if she looked, she knew her shoes would be covered in blood.
Most were either boots of various kinds or running shoes, but there were a few more stylish pairs.
She flipped on her computer and tossed her shoes next to the couch.
She held the shoes next to her feet.
Sarah collected shoes as if they were her life's blood.
But it was only a pair of shoes, fastidiously wrapped in newspaper to prevent them from soiling the fabric.
Fred unwrapped the paper, tossed it aside, and thrust his hand into the toes of the shoes, but came up empty.
"Is that the same girl-boy book that talks about patent leather shoes?" he asked.
Buying the shoes could be innocent enough.
"In his new bike shoes," Dean added.
But he doesn't really need bike shoes unless he plans to bike a long distance.
Sure not to Kansas—bike shoes or not.
He's barefoot after he leaves his shoes on the beach and needs some kind of footwear so he might as well get bike shoes; after all, he's biking.
Polished shoes, with the socks still in them and a shirt, recovered from the beach, rested on a chair.
Dean, his hair still soaking wet, wearing an open-neck polo shirt while carrying his shoes, felt like the village idiot.
Jake was led forward by his attorney, a newcomer, a dapper little man resplendent in vest, patent leather shoes and a gold watch chain, all topped off by a condescending smile that seemed to say, "Look out, rubes, I'm going to spring this poor victim before you finish administrating the oath."