- The whistling of the wind pressed on while the elderly people stood erect on the spot.
- "I'm not here for you, Mrs. Blakes. I was just passing."
- "You can fool the freaking birds, not me!" With her walking stick, she moved forward, leaving a little space behind. "You will do your sorry ass good not to show your ugly face to me again, because I won't be this lenient the next time you ruin my taste!"