My friends turn their eyes to the houses and cars in the photograph of a dream world.

When they returned months later, their friends and family turned against them out of hurt.

But he knew that his friend had turned to look at him again.

He was beginning to fear that his old friend might yet turn Catholic on him.

The three friends turned around and faced each other again.

He knew his closest friend would never turn him in to the police.

I doubt not but his friends will turn to us.

After a minute or two, his friend turned a head back.

The two friends turned around and went back to the house.

He had no friends or family to turn to for help.