said something about that man shot my daddy didn't he and the her mother said yeah honey the man shot your daddy and uh she said where did he shoot my daddy
She asked if the man had shot her father.
The mother said that it wasn't the man who shot her father.
It is not cynical to think there is no cure.
Poirot rejoined me after twenty minutes.
The man is driving his truck home from a fishing trip.
Nobody is playing croquet.
There's a dirt road in a village.
a group of individuals sleeping in a tent.