The minute the child left foster care, the money stopped.
My phone rang minutes later and immediately stopped before I could pick it up.
A few minutes before midnight, as if by command, the rain stopped.
It would delay me no more than a few minutes to stop there and warn her.
No more than ten minutes from our camp, Cindy stopped.
Every few minutes we stopped to call and listen.
He was due any minute for the first of six stops that day.
Not two minutes after that the screaming and banging stopped.
But every ten minutes I would stop reading to explore higher up in the tree.
"Another few minutes of that and you'd have stopped traffic."