I stood up, my hands spread on the table, leaning toward her for emphasis.
The hands spread a large map of Manhattan upon the table.
One hand he put out to the side, fingers spread.
He stood in front of me, hands spread a little.
His hands spread out along the edge of the counter.
Instead, he stood, hands spread flat on the counter, looking straight ahead.
Slowly the hands opened the envelope, and spread the letter upon the table.
His hands produced a large map and spread it on the table.
The one in the chair leapt up, arms out toward her and his hands spread.
We stood facing each other, hands spread wide, not quite touching.
