Was she going to come in and sit on his bed and cry again?

"Now I'm going to go home and sit on my front porch."

Right now you're going to go downtown and sit under some nice hot lights for a few hours.

She is not going to push her way past crowds and sit in a huge movie theater.

But I was not going to go home and sit on it until he got back.

I wasn't going to stand outside in the snow or sit for an hour inside a squad car.

"I'm going to carry the picture and sit in his chair," she said.

They're not going to give up everything and sit in front of a phone all day.

They're not just going to take that kind of beating and sit still.

How was he going to contain his enthusiasm and sit still in that confined space for such a long time?