I poured out a mug of coffee and looked at the white bakery bag on the table.

My father stayed home and waited for the white bakery bag to arrive.

He held up a bakery bag, then set it aside on the hall table so he could take his coat off.

He was standing close, smiling down at me, eyeing the bakery bag.

So she took them to one of her stashes and came up with a little bakery bag that still had half a pastry in it.

And then he kissed me and took the bakery bag into the kitchen.

I looked down at the white bakery bag hanging from his chunky Polish hand.

He put the paper aside and slid a bakery bag over to me.

Laski let himself in and put a white bakery bag on the table.

"Was that a bakery bag I saw come in here?"