Rose moved around her factory aware all the time of the undercurrents from the women working there.

Rose, puzzled at the stop, moved in to lick my face.

Rose sensed its confusion and moved in for the kill.

Rose was moving toward Sarah now, and the little girl shrank farther into her corner.

Rose moved back into frame as she tucked the errant hair behind her ear.

Rose moved to the Asian man and touched him too.

Rose could move with a sway that promised fireworks - if she wanted.

Rose moved a dusty wicker table and pushed back the rug.

Rose moved away to check among the bodies of the fallen.

Rose moved away from the window, but her gaze kept going back to it again and again.