And there was so much that Casey wanted to know and needed to know that he couldn't seem to think of anything.

However, Casey was the hardest to down.

He came up to the side of the blue car, reached in with his hands all greasy black, and took the Little Woman's hand from the wheel and kissed it.

The Little Woman made a caressing sound and leaned out to him--and Nolan and I felt that we mustn't look.

So our eyes met.
He came around to my side of the car and put out his hand.
"I'm pretty good at guessing," he smiled.