pants

An owner once spread bacon grease on his pants.

At the hospital where Dr. Zoubi works, he numbered and photographed each corpse along with the scraps of belts, scarves, jackets, and pants found with them.

They were dressed in work pants and thick knitted sweaters and caps.

Its breath came in hard pants, and its staring, close-set eyes were yellow as two tiny bowls of lemon custard.

“My dad says he’s going to make this into an office,” Gibby said as she cobbled together a makeshift wardrobe of cargo pants, wrinkled shorts, and a few T-shirts.