I'm rewriting some chapters and for some reason this line, the opening line to chapter nineteen is like a little treasure, a little gem. I read it last night and it stopped me and made me take notice. It's simple, it says nothing really yet it made me smile. Somehow it made me happy, a perfect little piece of prose, nothing fancy, nothing profound, just simple and sweet and familiar.
"The white Crown Victoria with its little taxicab hat pulled up to the tidy red bungalow."