Sara and Mom both turned accusing eyes on me.

Mom turned from the counter, where she was pouring herself a cup of coffee.

When Mom turned around, he changed his expression to an innocent smile.

Mom turned the light onto the panic-stricken face of a young black woman.

Mom simply turns, stops for a moment and stares at me, then returns to talking to my brother.

Mom turned to a clerk and said, "We'll take two."

Mom would turn startled to stare at me as if for a moment she didn't recognize me, either.

Mom turned around and gave him a dirty look.

Mom and I turned to leave, but Dad didn't move.

Mom suddenly turned away, and I could see she was remembering the same thing.