Her father was frowning at the fire site, though, in a way that made her walk out onto the rock and stand beside him, looking.

Her father frowned, and Sheridan knew exactly what he was thinking.

His father was staring at the screen and frowning deeply as he listened.

She likes to wear American clothing and to listen to rock music, which her father frowns upon.

His father frowned at him as if he'd taken complete leave of his senses.

Her father frowned for a moment, trying to recall the prior conversation, and then he nodded.

Her father frowned so that his heavy gray brows almost met.

For once, her father frowned; but Elaine had expected that.

His father, almost as if just realizing his son was in the room too, frowned slightly.

Her father turned and frowned at her, his favorite intimidating look.