91.   I stood on her doorstep and started hooting with laughter.

92.   I stood on that porch listening to the silence, watching the white clouds in the dark blue summer sky.

93.   I stood on the Deck, watching the two spires of Dun Laoghaire receding into the distance.

94.   I stood on the doorstep alone, pressing my lids together, breathing in, breathing out.

95.   I stood on the low wall and tried to unhook the basket.

96.   I stood on the truck, smiling pleasantries, talking about where we were in the war and what the pitch was.

97.   I stood there on my doorstep with him, and I actually considered it.

98.   I was touched when my dad told me that every night he stood on the back doorstep and said goodnight to John.

99.   If he stood on tiptoe, he could reach the shelf.