Besides, you can't build a whole room out of oak, anyway. The two young men left the cafe and went into the post office next door. Buford Patten, the postmaster, had raised the door to the service window, signaling that the mail was in the boxes. That evening, Fred finished the milking and sat on the front porch with Maggie. Man could get half a day's work done after five o'clock.
Radio says rain tonight.
Fred's father had bought a new 1941 Ford just before his first heart attack, and the car was now Fred's. He had built a new garage for it just before Christmas, and tonight he congratulated himself on getting it built before the lumber ran out. He didn't even know it had, until Luther told him this morning. Fred drove the car into the new garage and latched the door. He walked back around the house to the front porch.