We moved in last week." "Well, we'll ride over, then, and you can make coffee there.

I'm not hungry right now." "Oh." She leaned again and peered at him, trying to read his face.

"You don't WANT me to go in!" "Yes, I do--but I don't.

If you stayed and made coffee, tomorrow you'd be kicking yourself for it, and you'd be blaming me." Which, considering the life he had lived, almost wholly among men, was rather astute of Andy Green.
"Oh." Then she laughed.

"You must have some sisters, Mr.Green." She was silent for a minute, looking at him.