Dad begins by saying, "How can I make this not sound repulsive?"

Dad began walking forward, kicking up curlicues of dust with his boots.

So Dad began a correspondence with him that lasted many, many years.

"You've got no right to destroy things like this," Dad began.

Dad began to laugh, sounding more cheerful than he had since they had come to the ranch.

Then Dad came in, found the price lists and began to add up the value of all I'd been sent.

If they are not brought back, Dad will begin to disintegrate and eventually disappear.

Dad took the nozzle and began vacuuming up the tiny pieces of glass from the carpet.

Dad pulled a second switch and then began adjusting some of the controls on the board.

Slowly Dad pivoted his shoulders and began walking away.