The mother closed with a polite smile, and walked off to her Cadillac.

My mother sat in the front seat and closed the door.

His mother could be heard whispering to him, "Come in and close the door."

Banks remembered how, when he was younger, if someone in the family died his mother would always close the upstairs curtains.

After all, his mother had closed the window against him.

His mother did not close her eyes, but sat beside him, watching.

My mother closed her eyes, and I knew she was cautiously using mind seek.

His mother closed the refrigerator door, a gallon of milk in hand.

One mother closed her statement by saying she hoped he would rot in hell.

My mother came in, closed the door behind her, and told me that she must talk to me.