#patterns meme

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

The snow is still coming down, but the daylight is waning and the children are bad-tempered with inactivity, so Sam wraps them up and sends them to play in the garden.

Barbara thought she wasn't waiting, but when the phone gave its shrill call she snatched it up.

“Sure you don't mind?” Sam said for the third time.

Sam’s letter is only two sentences.

Interviewing witnesses ought to be nothing like making parish calls with her father, but when the woman they’re visiting trails off into hand-wringing silence, habit brings the words to Sam’s lips.

“I know gifts from subordinates aren’t proper,” Sam says.

The nurse apologizes for the uneven camp bed, the dripping canvas overhead, the burn of whatever she uses to clean his wounded side.

“Don’t make me go back,” Andrew whispered.

The girls take their sandals off the moment Caro steers the car down the ferry gangway, and Sidney has to distract Ivy and Dora with questions about the road to keep them from flinging their shoes at each other.

Petit-déjeuner anglais ou belge? the landlady had said, and Christopher, impatient for her to leave them, had answered de rien, merci.