When she opened the garage door, his truck was parked inside.
He nodded his head towards the garage door.
Jule looked again towards the garage, growing concerned he hadn't heard a car or garage door motor yet.
She walked him to the garage and waited while he backed out of the garage - then watched as his truck bounced down the drive.
Even his customary perusal of the newspaper garage sale listings were peppered with comments about keeping his eyes peeled for baby clothes.
The garage door behind him opened, and he whirled.
The descent to the garage seemed longer than the longest car ride she'd ever taken.
A gray brick house dominated the landscape, its ranch style sprawling in a U shape with a garage on one end.
He began by selling some of his numerous mystery novels on a book finder's web site, then expanded to garage sale scouring for items of dubious value.
She stopped at the garage door.