For over an hour, earlier that Friday evening, your brother walked the streets with her, talking.

She must have been preparing to depart when my brother walked in on her.

More than likely his brother had walked into a shrub.

Your brother can't just get up and walk about.

"My brother and I walked 20 miles a day," she would recall.

The two brothers walk from the study and down the steps.

The brothers walked close together, the bond of blood strong between them.

For the next ten minutes the brothers walked along in silence.

The brothers were once walking along a beach and found two trees there.

As the brothers were walking to the house, their father drove in.