I would have it like the porch—not of Bethesda, but of heaven itself.
Once again his eyes were like Tillie's, as she had waved good-bye from the porch.
Bill was scrubbing the porch, and a farmhand was gathering bottles from the grass into a box.
He recognized K., and, mopping dry a part of the porch, shoved a chair on it.
He limped up the hill to her, and sat down on the ...