What in the world was he going to do about the woman?
And about the woman who had something wrong with her hands.
She did not even try to find out anything more about the woman.
He tried to think of a way to find out about the woman, but nothing came to mind.
What had he said about the old woman and her son?
He was going to have to do something about the woman.
At some point I told my mother about the woman.
I thought about the last woman who'd come to see them.
They would approach the house from the back, because he knew about the old woman across the street.
Between the three of us we knew very little about women.