How to use Light in a sentence
She handed him a light blue shirt.
I put out the light by the bed.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.Advertisement
What if a ray of light should flash through the darkened chambers of my soul?
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
But this one is too light, it's not becoming!
He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.Advertisement
He turned out the light.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
There was a light step behind her, and then Allen's eyes widened as his attention shifted to a point behind her.
The national weather forecast on television was calling for light snow in Arkansas.
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In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
A new light came into her face.
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A light tap sounded at the door.
She crawled out of bed, snapping on the light as her stocking feet hit the floor.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
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He sat up and turned on the light.
Jackson took in the beauty of her body with the light of day.
She opened the barn door and flipped on the light.
Outside the circle of light lay a small form, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed fur with copper highlights.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
The forms were getting braver, darting out from the trees and then retreating when she flashed the light in that direction.
The light was dim, and soon they mounted into total darkness, so that the Wizard was obliged to get out his lanterns to light the way.
But this enabled them to proceed steadily until they came to a landing where there was a rift in the side of the mountain that let in both light and air.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church tower, far away.
All at once a light flashed out from the tower.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
His step was light as he crossed the room and gently lifted Tammy into his arms.
She stopped at a light and glanced at a shop to her right where some people were standing around talking.
Clouds drifted away from a full moon, drenching the patio with soft lunar light.
She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Flipping a light on, he guided them to a corner and pulled the cloth from a painting.
The stone flipped back and forth, winking at her as it caught the light.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
It feels warm today, but I always keep a light jacket in my saddle bags.
Curtains shut out the light.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, tiny flecks of light were dancing across her vision.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
She threw the pillow over her head, drawing the light blanket up against her chin.
The light was coming from under a closed door at the end of a hallway.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
Then the light started dimming.
The colors of the mortal world were brilliant, the light in her bedchamber blinding her.
One minute, he was admiring the light of anger in her eyes.
Gabriel squinted, unaccustomed to so much light after all his years in the underworld.
They're pretty light on their feet for being so big.
His gaze went to the Oracle, who had shed no light on what was going on in his underworld.
The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
He stood and headed for the door, shutting off the light as he left his home office.
I have a light schedule today anyway... nothing that can't wait.
Around the tree by the pond, daffodils tipped their trumpets away from the light breeze.
Another vehicle came down the hill, a red flashing light attached to the top.
Specks of light flashed in her eyes and then her knees gave way.
The light green scrubs made his long features look sallow and the pale blue eyes that fixed on her seemed more tired than interested.
He had blue eyes like Katie, and light colored hair.
He was on light duty, working only with small animals; and part time.
In the dim light it was hard to tell what his expression was.
Infected by the terror in his voice, she sat up and flipped on the light.
His tone became light.
I'm just … waiting for the green light.
The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.
Gabe saw the screen light up with a text message.
Something about him touched her on a level that left her feeling at peace, as if he, too, understood what it was to face death each day and struggle to see the light instead of the surrounding darkness.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
Sensitive to the light after years in the underworld, his head felt like it was going to explode.
She laughed, waiting for the light to change so she could cross the street.
She couldn't remember seeing his chiseled features in full light without being drunk or terrified.
The light from the water was bright enough to show who stood on the opposite shore, caught in what looked like a lover's embrace.
Wynn's gaze was on the figures across the lake, his impassive features bathed in green light.
His kiss on her temple was light.
The lake blinked out for a second, the light gone completely, then blinked back on, this time much, much dimmer.
He'd always known the source of Death's magic was the souls, but he'd never seen his predecessor wield the light of the souls.
He said nothing, even as the last finger of light faded from the horizon and starlight replaced the sun.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
It was light enough that she felt naked, especially with the cut that left her back, arms and shoulders completely exposed.
There was no way for her to measure the size of the chamber, for the darkness inside was more impenetrable than night, with the exception of a circle of light ten meters from the door.
She focused on the chart he held up to the light.
You let me see my Gabriel in a whole new light.
The light flashed away, leaving her in blackness studded with dim bulbs.
The light returned to her eyes, and she bit her tongue to keep from griping.
The placards on each of the other doors were blank, the doors closed with no sign of light around the edges.
He was in black, unaffected by the cold or the light settling over him, outlining him like glitter on black construction paper.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
There were dark circles beneath her light eyes, her hair was in a half-assed lumpy ponytail, and her face was so pale and drawn, she looked ill.
She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
Another boom, another flash of light outside the window, another shudder as the building struggled to stand upright.
The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.
She wanted to see what the beast looked like, what kind of monster he'd be, yet knew if she saw him in full light, he was on his way to kill her.
He disappeared into one without turning on the light.
She trailed, groping around the wall nearest the door until she found a light switch.
He guided her through the fog, and they emerged in a dark room with the light of streetlamps filtering through two windows across what looked another hotel room.
He didn't answer but crossed to a window and flipped on a light.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
The room was more welcoming than she expected, the stone walls covered and smoothed with Sheetrock painted a light green and edged with pumpkin orange.
Megan helped and stacked socks and underwear in her pile and then brought her a light wool jacket, leather gloves, hat, and scarf.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
The food was heavenly, the duck crisped to perfection in a light, tangy sauce, the vegetables still fresh.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
She was barely on her feet and debated whether or not she'd get up to turn off the light or fall asleep right there.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
Kris lit another torch to shed light on the murals on the floor.
The room consisted of a massive bed with black bedding and white pillows, a wardrobe and trunks, and yawning windows to the sky that light never touched.
Light exploded into his thoughts.
The half moon.s light made the snow-covered forest glow eerily.
Hannah never traveled light, and there was no way of knowing what Kris was doing.
Gabriel.s small cottage was lit by a single candle that cast light on a collection of weapons along one wall and a few books on a bookshelf on another.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
She flooded the studio with light, then pulled another blank canvas from the closet and perched it on her easel.
The light went out.
She gave him a "you're-incorrigible" look as she switched out the light.
She appeared in no hurry and was dressed in only in a light sweater.
She was dressed for spring in only a light sweater and glared at Dean as if he were a street mugger before surrendering her torn and ancient luggage.
Edith scrambled from the bed as Dean turned on the light.
The telephone in faraway Indiana rang, first in their agreed sequence, then twenty times before Dean gave up and turned out the light.
We'll keep it light.
Do you think you're capable of that, keeping it light?
She was light as a feather and moved freely with him.
It has the bay window, great natural light.
Jackson picked up the diamond and held it to the light.
He dropped a light kiss on her temple then sauntered to the bar.
He grabbed the hen by the wing and headed for a sliver of light shining through the coop door.
Her tone was light, but Josh scowled at her.
He was gazing down at her, their faces illuminated by light coming through the window in the door.
Alex was here... and he knew how to light a fire.
Those eyes were warm, reflecting a mood somewhere between sober and light humor.
In the glow of the dome light he glanced up at her.
The dome light went off as he shut the door.
The outline of the dairy was dim in the early dawn light, but the intermittent barking from Brutus was like a beacon.
Carmen woke to a dim light shinning through her bedroom window - only the window was in the wrong place - and the bed was hard.
This light banter was one of the things she had missed most about him - that and his confidence.
A light wind whispered across the grass and a cloud drifted over, blocking the sun from her face.
I was just getting off to sleep when you turned the light on.
She backed away slowly, flashing the light on the forms, and then ducked into the barn, grabbing a feed sack she remembered throwing beside the barn door.
As she emerged from the barn, one of the forms was nearing the circle of light.
She screamed at him and flashed the light in his eyes, but he wasn't impressed.
He squinted at his watch in the dim light.
She focused on the dim light of her microcomputer acting as a page marker in the antique book on her nightstand.
Roving searchlights splashed the Undersecretary with brilliant white light.
Nope. Just told the commo guy he wouldn't ever see the light of day again if he touched the commo pad.
The light around the doorframe went dark, and the three opened fire.
He turned to address Dan, when the sagging building behind them exploded into flames and light.
Heat then red light washed over them.
The facility was clean and elegant with crisp light emanating from glowing orbs on the walls.
Light flashed and Lana gave a strangled cry as the laser gun glanced off her wrist.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
The keypad lit up, and light spilled from a door that opened slowly.
Lana closed her eyes at the sudden light and heard him tearing something out of the ceiling.
Light filtered in from somewhere, and Rhyn tried to make sense of his surroundings.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
This encouraged me greatly, and I sped on to the end of the ordeal with a light heart and a steady hand.
There was no light in my soul.
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
Perhaps the blue color of water and ice is due to the light and air they contain, and the most transparent is the bluest.
Suddenly an influx of light filled my house, though the evening was at hand, and the clouds of winter still overhung it, and the eaves were dripping with sleety rain.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
And at that moment, though the day was still, a light gust of wind blowing over the army slightly stirred the streamers on the lances and the unfolded standards fluttered against their staffs.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
In what light must I appear to them! thought he, thinking of his troops.
When they had come to the edge of the forest it was noticeably growing light over the field.
Clutching her light jacket closer, she turned toward the house.
I have a couple of polo shirts, but no light shirts.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
It was Yancey, clad in boots, Jeans and a light blue polo shirt.
It was a total mystery to her why Len and Howard couldn't light a fire in her the way Yancey did.
Then he brushed the sand from her pants, finishing up with a light slap on her backside.
She rubbed her eyes and tilted her watch crystal around until the light reflected enough to read the dial.
She lifted the cat to her lap and turned so the light from the doorway would fall on the foot.
She shivered in her light cotton nightgown and curled up into a ball.
He followed her out of the room, guiding her through the door with a light touch on her waist.
That jug is grade double A light.
He was fully clothed and wore a light jacket.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
Suddenly, the room was ablaze with light.
There was no light in the back of the house and I didn't have a flashlight so I had trouble getting the key in the lock.
After I managed to get in I fished around for a light switch and found they didn't work.
So he saves fifty cents 'cause the night light isn't burning?
Traffic was light and Molly kept us entertained with her chatter.
My prison had only a kerosene lamp for light.
Now that it's light, the federal boys who are running this show are back to the drawing board.
We set about demolishing the table-like counter and had just completed it when our light began to fail.
Neither of us was proficient at using a saw and we'd managed only two rungs when exhaustion caught up with us and the light faded for permanently.
Molly woke me with a rib crushing hug as she pointed to a single star-like dot of light gloriously hanging above us!
More than a day followed until we'd chiseled, in ever increasing light, our precious opening.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
Light strobed through cracks in the boards, and the sidewalks teemed with shady-looking characters dressed all in black.
Light spilled across the church as a door leading to the chambers in the rear opened.
Dusty surveyed the blackened ruins of the church in the grainy light of dawn.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
The sheets were so fine and light they seemed to melt against her skin.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
She shooed Sunny away from her half-eaten pancakes and paced the living room until light faded completely from the horizon.
He kissed her long and light, enjoying the sensations of her body as she became aroused.
He gave her a light kiss, unable to resist.
His bleached hair was disheveled, his eyes squinting at the hall light.
Dusty pushed the door opened and flipped on the light.
His light was off, a sign he'd been sleeping too hard to notice someone come in.
Instead they searched their surroundings wildly in the light of periodic lightning and the fire at the far end of the hall.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
She crept in and turned on a light, relieved when it worked.
His first kiss was light, as if he were testing her.
His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was light and opened the comforting flow of energy between them.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
The light faded from the vamp's eyes, and it slid to the ground.
Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
Her green eyes pierced him to the core, and a light flush spread across her skin.
The Watcher disappeared in a flicker of light.
Jenn heard Jonny's door close, and the sound woke her from her light sleep.
The windows of the compound at the peak of the mountain were protected by film to keep light from leaking out.
Only the reflection of the white snow and grey sky provided light once she stepped outside.
The day dawned cloudy and cold with a light rain that chilled her after ten minutes.
She was soon soaked by a light drizzle and stretched to keep her stiffening muscles warm.
He gathered his power, and an orb of light formed in his hands.
Light rippled through the clouds.
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The Texas sun was gentle, and Yully enjoyed the light breeze and warmth after the Irish autumn.
He disappeared in a wink of light.
Do they know what makes you allergic to light and eat raw steaks covered in peanut butter for every meal?
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
The Watcher nodded and disappeared in a wink of light.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Her hand dropped from her eyes to reveal a furry, fanged monster from a nightmare framed against the light.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
She emerged into the bright light of a warm December afternoon and began to melt.
Her eyes were swollen and red, the silver glowing in the dim light of the room.
Light from the hidden hall filled the wine cellar.
Han slammed the door open, and she squeezed her eyes closed, expecting the light from the hallway to hurt her.
She'd wasted her first day of light.
A light knock at his door distracted him from both painful thoughts.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.
She flipped on the light and opened the dress box.
Pierre spoke from her doorway, framed against the light of the hall.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
Two bowed his head, and the green-eyed man was gone in a sparkle of light.
In a gentle flicker of light, he was gone.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light in his eyes.
The light in his eyes was response enough.
The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn's, one she couldn't place.
The dual sub orbs were dim, casting a sickly light over Hell.
A reason why she was the only light in a very dark place.
The air was hot and dry, the two suns too dim to shed much light into the black fortress.
The familiar light appeared.
Darkyn didn't back down, and the light of lust flared in his gaze.
The single cone of light flickered on the dripping stone, casting yellow dancing goblins in its shadowy glow as the pair stumbled forward.
For a moment her heart leapt, fearful their light had died permanently, trapping them in this awful place.
She cried out as he turned yet another corner and his fading yellow light receded into darkness.
It all has to do with the light.
He held it closer to his light.
It was still light enough to see across the gorge when an opening in the trees allowed, but the long swing to the far end of valley was away from the direction the vehicle had driven and blocked from sight by the curve of the canyon.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
He could see tears streaking down her face in the glow of his light.
The next eruption, and the one after it, gave insufficient light to help, but then a multiple display hung in the sky like a full moon, giving time for his eyes to search left and right.
He had turned to check Lydia's light above him when another display followed.
Without the light in front of him, his progress was brief pictures taken by the flashes from the sky.
There was no verbal reply—only a returning wave of her light.
He yelled a response and blinked his light.
As if in celebration, the fireworks ended in a fury of light and muffled noise.
You're a little light on free time yourself.
There followed a call from Groucho, whose name Dean learned was Coleridge, telling of a report that the Boyd pair was sighted in Kansas, stopped for a tail light violation on Sunday afternoon.
She popped open her halter, nearly spilling the contents, and took out her cigarettes, but didn't light one.
Dean biked to the jail in the failing light of the July evening.
She was no more than a silhouette in the pale light.
Dean felt the wall behind him for a light switch.
It can't do any harm and it may shed light on his intentions.
Not much beyond that, because, as she put it, she and Caleb didn't stick around 'cause the light went out almost at once.
He continued to grope his way forward until the first turn in the tunnel closed off what little light spilled in from the entrance.
Suddenly, a light appeared, not from before but behind him.
I remembered the flash light in the Jeep, from the last time.
They were nearly there, though no other light except their own was visible.
He had the only light.
Light flared suddenly behind her, and she turned curiously.
The world faded into shadow and light then into an uncomfortable darkness, not quite sleep but not consciousness either.
Gabriel left the portal and blinked at the bright light of Tamer's study.
She reached up and shut off the light, crawling back under the covers.
Would the deity shed light on what Gabriel was doing wrong?
A light knock at the door made her stop in place.
He'd never viewed the Code in this light, as more than his master.
She opened her eyes when the light pressure of his fingers left her face.
He was out of place, a bright light in the corner of the dimly lit room, dressed casually in jeans, T-shirt and hiking boots.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?
A yellowish glow emitted from some unseen light source in the grey walls reminded her of a late winter afternoon that never ended.
A flicker of light, and the clothing appeared on a slate grey slab serving as a bench near the door.
A light, warm breeze brushed her cheek.
Romas's people were fair skinned with light hair in varying shades of blond and red.
She took in their bright clothing, glad she thought to wear light blue today.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
She raised her bracelet to the light, watching the colors reflect off of it and turning it pinkish-gold, like the prisoner's bracelet.
They broke free of the house into the dark night on a side of the house far from the light and merriment of the party.
They hovered through the air, at last reaching one of the ships, where a doorway yawned open to reveal the damp yellow light and grey corridors beyond.
It was light, a curved grey sword made of the same material as the beds and spaceships.
The man A'Ran fought was more than a foot taller, with light skin and black hair resembling one of the observers.
She lifted her head from her desk and blinked, the first fingers of dawn rendering the light of the room grainy and grey.
A distant light was in Mansr's eyes, a faded glow about his face.
There was a flash of light and what sounded like frying eggs that brought her gaze to the other screen.
A light shined in her face, and she twisted, fear piercing her misery.
They rose and shone the light on her again.
She pushed the light away and shrugged, pulling her arm free.
It was lit with warm yellow light.
Mansr strode down one of the many paths lining the rocky hills, away from the encampment and into a part of the hills untouched by any but the moons' light.
The outline turned to a bright square of light, and she followed him again.
He shone a light in her face before hauling her to her feet.
She heard no signs of war but saw the distant night sky light up with orange and red flashes.
The group was silent and tense, the warriors flanking Evelyn eyeing Kiera as much as the distant flashes of light.
The Qatwali warriors had looked her over in full light, as if to ensure she was no threat, then dismissed her with a look that said she ranked lower than the tarantula cat clinging to one wall.
One hundred years ago the stream was damned by the Ouray Electric Power and Light Company.
Light snow had begun to fall—tiny crystals hardly visible in the light of the lamp across the street.
Standing there, silhouetted against the upstairs light, he was once again reminded of his prior night's dream.
Now that you're going to make a little money on those gold coins, added to what you took in on that Flotsam Electronics stock last June, maybe you should consider seeing the light and turning Republican.
Cynthia acknowledged her reluctant agreement with a deep sigh and no further conversation as Dean extinguished the light.
Here, my duties are light, even less than our Emma back in Boston.
She fluffed up her pillow and turned away as he turned out the light.
They'd have you sitting down under a hot light, spending a few hours while a gang of suits practiced twenty questions on you.
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
Dean put out the office light and undressed for bed.
Dean paused at the County's sole traffic light, a recent addition and, in some minds, a reluctant bow to progress.