Do you want to tell me about it?
I love thinking about the future.
I didn't ask about his family tree.
We know not much about them.
In fact, everything about him was masculine.
Read about things that are beautiful and good.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
He has been here about an hour.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about.
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
I didn't have much of an idea about the cost of raising children then, either.
I understood a good deal of what was going on about me.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
I guess maybe hearing people talk... about their marriage.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
He didn't care about her.
Has Alex told you about the party?
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
I just wondered how you felt about him hiding things from you.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
He talks about you - thinks about you all the time.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
Julia rarely had much to say about anything lately.
I'm sorry about your father.
A little girl said she would write about "Summer."
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
About this time I found out the use of a key.
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
That night as they prepared for bed, she approached Alex about it.
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.
Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?
He wasn't worried about her.
Davis was right about one thing.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
On the 1st of April it rained and melted the ice, and in the early part of the day, which was very foggy, I heard a stray goose groping about over the pond and cackling as if lost, or like the spirit of the fog.
Of the war Princess Mary thought as women do think about wars.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
We'll know more about her recovery tomorrow.
Oh, I was supposed to tell you about a party.
I think I scared about ten years off my life too.
How many people knew anything about their boss before they were hired?
They had climbed about fifty feet.
What's he so upset about?
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.
Are you worried about what Rachel said yesterday?
Hopefully he wasn't talking about her.
You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person.
Thinking that turn and turn about is fair play, she seized the scissors and cut off one of my curls, and would have cut them all off but for my mother's timely interference.
I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint "No Admittance" on my gate.
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
We... actually, I... was thinking about adopting a few wild horses from out west where they have too many.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
You know you love each other, but you aren't about to admit it.
She gave him insight into how Katie and her mother felt about the subject.
What did she know about him?
Yet, there was something about him that attracted her like a June bug to a light bulb.
Just thinking about something silly.
Len told me about your car.
She wasn't supposed to know about the building.
If she had asked about the building when we passed it, I might have figured she had never seen it, but she pretended she didn't notice.
There is something about the way she looks at you when she needs your help – so vulnerable.
Then, again, if he did want to talk to her about something, this was the perfect opportunity.
You take time to think about a date, but I want to take you out tomorrow to look at engagement rings.
Julia had her own ideas about morality, obviously.
He won't go see a doctor, and Mom's worried about him.
Did it ever occur to you to ask what I thought about this?
Don't you know people talk about a woman who spends weeks out here with men - and men start to get ideas.
I guess I never thought about that.
Was he being sarcastic, or was he still miffed about the losing the mules?
Why didn't he do something about this cold house?
When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their minds to go out and get it for themselves.
Certainly not that she knew about.
He was thinking about it now.
I'd rather not talk about it.
Actually, she knew very little about the man with whom she had promised to spend the summer.
A boss she knew little about.
Whatever the reason, it felt good to have options he didn't know about.
He looked to be about 25, but he had a 3-year-old daughter.
All this talk about bears was frightening her.
He wouldn't know what that was about.
There was nothing sexual about his embrace this time.
Have you discovered anything more about him yet?
I'm not about to jeopardize my job by asking all kinds of questions.
I didn't want to think about it.
Why couldn't she feel the same excitement about him?
Sarah nodded, obviously still unsure about the situation.
Because you're the one who is concerned about my safety.
I think it's something about my body chemistry that they don't like.
Why were the police tight lipped about him?
I don't know what you're talking about.
She lifted her head to ask him why Allen was asking questions about Yancey.
Everyone was right about Howard.
But you sent him to get information about Yancey, didn't you?
Allen came here to ask me questions about you.
Didn't you have any idea how he felt about you?
So he thought it was all about Howard and a love interest.
She told him about everything but the kiss.
If he was concerned about the police, he gave no indication.
What were you thinking about that made you cry – last night?
He thought she was crying about last night.
What about this boy Allen who called yesterday?
He cared nothing about her.
Did he marry Valorie for love, or because she found out about his business?
I should have known how you felt about him.
Could she have been wrong about it all?
If she was wrong about him... but how could she be?
Is that what this is all about?
No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
Then I remembered her talking to me about the paintings on his walls.
I looked up Andy Gordon and found lots of pictures of his paintings, but no pictures of him, and very little information about him.
He did act hesitant about it, but his encouragement sounded sincere.
It did cross my mind that Mertz might have something to worry about, though.
What would you know about it?
He worries about all of us, you know.
Do you ever have dreams about him - I mean torrid ones?
In fact, the thing she found most attractive about Brandon was his smile.
There was something sacred about his trust in her.
What about that intern who's been calling you so much lately?
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
No. I was thinking about driving up to my parents place today.
She didn't want to talk about herself anyway.
She plunged into the food on her plate, discovering that Brandon wasn't bragging about his mother's cooking.
Brandon was fortunate to have been raised by two people who cared as much about each other as they cared for him.
All her plans were about to blow up – all this because she had allowed herself to be drawn into a relationship.
Right now she didn't have time to think about that.
You must feel awful about it.
But I think Julie is right about one thing.
Between finals and her job at the hospital, Adrienne rarely had time to think about it much, though.
She felt deceitful pumping Mrs. Marsh for information about Brandon's plans, but it was the perfect opportunity.
And didn't wedding vows say something about forsaking all others?
Nothing. I was just thinking about technology.
Every night she dreamed about him - about the way his voice sounded when her ear was on his chest.
About the way he smiled, so sweet and innocent - the way his arms felt around her, so comforting and secure.
Over the next few days she thought about the job several times with mixed feelings.
Whose goals are we talking about here, mine or yours?
We can get that little place in Tulsa that we talked about.
What made you so bitter about men?
Anyway, what's so terrible about a woman wearing pants?
That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.
Getting upset about it wasn't going to change anything, though, so she forced a grin as she met the troubled gaze of Fritz.
There was something familiar about that face, yet she was certain she had never met him before.
One thing was obvious about Bordeaux.
Apparently Pete wasn't concerned about Bordeaux getting lost.
No, he didn't know about the Indians until now - or did he?
Was he also concerned about the Indians?
Something about his flippant answer made her think he would be a master at verbal fencing.
She was going to say that the bitter note in her tone was for someone who had betrayed her, but the whole world didn't need to know about their shame.
Are you complaining about the help, or are you jealous?
Did you see something today that we should know about, Bordeaux?
He probably thought she was getting serious about him as well.
Mrs. Hertz was always talking about a nephew.
What did you want to talk about?
He was worried about the ranch.
I don't know what to say, except, don't let it make you bitter about life.
I'm sorry about last night.
She wanted to talk to Bordeaux about it, but they were moving so fast that conversation was impossible.
Could he actually be serious about this?
For the first time she thought about the fact that he had no commitment to them at all, yet he had risked his life for them.
I need time to think about it.
About 10 feet back into the cave water oozed from the wall, slowly dripping into a small rock pool.
He carried her about a hundred yards and then set her on her feet, slapping her backside with a sting that brought tears to her eyes.
Did they know about Darcie?
I... I suppose you've heard about me.
So, Bordeaux had told Darcie about the ranch.
I mean... about the ranch - and men?
Right now she didn't want to think about Bordeaux or her father.
Carmen tried to shut them out by thinking about something else, but her mind kept going back to the same thing.
How did the twins feel about all of this?
The stage came to a halt in front of the station, and people drifted by, satisfying their curiosity about its occupants.
It's about time you stopped acting like a child and...
I told you how I felt about my father.
I didn't hire him and I have no idea what deal you are talking about.
Your Aunt was always talking about you, but she never mentioned a sister.
I know, and I feel bad about that.
I'm sorry I talked about her that way.
Aunt Clara and Uncle George couldn't find enough good things to say about you.
It all seemed to be tailor made to her preferences - all but the part about staying alone in the house with him.
Let me think about it for a while.
You know that man I was telling you about - the one who comes in at exactly eight every Friday night?
You are talking about the guy everyone in town calls the hermit - Russell Cade.
But aren't you a little concerned about what people will say?
It's fine to have high ideals about not going too far, but the reality of it is, it can happen before you realize what is happening.
You have nothing to worry about.
You know how I feel about that sort of thing.
For the next week Cynthia listened to - and even found herself instigating - discussions about Mr. Cade.
I don't know much about him.
She left the post office feeling better about Russell Cade than she did about herself.
Considering his comment about ambition, he probably didn't consider the education wasted.
She glanced around the kitchen, knowing she should familiarize herself before breakfast, but feeling uncomfortable about exploring so soon after her arrival.
I thought everybody around here knew about the Cade's.
I apologize for badgering you about your mother.
I didn't realize you were so sensitive about it.
Actually there was nothing sensitive about Russell Cade.
But he had warned her about the cold - warned her about the snow.
If you don't want to talk about your mother, we won't.
That would do, but what about something to eat with it.
This is the herd I've been developing for about five years.
Yet there was something about the way he moved, so full of grace and power.
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
The more she learned about the way he thought, the more she was convinced that people around him were the strange ones, not Cade.
Sure, and you haven't entertained a single romantic thought about him?
You were the one who thought about it long enough to calculate it out.
Let's not argue about it.
All right, let's talk about something else.
Thinking about Cade in that way could lead to no good.
Cade was trying to be accommodating, but sometimes he was as skittish about conversation as the cat was about being touched - and likely for the same reason.
Thankfully it had never been one of the times that she was thinking about him though.
Should she ask him about putting them up?
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
But I don't know anything about...
Well; sometimes girls are more sensitive about things.
There's nothing sensitive about Claudette, but if you want to move into that room upstairs with the balcony, go ahead.
Nothing Cade did indicated that he gave a hoot about what anyone else thought.
I know you feel uncomfortable about driving my truck.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd see my doctor about some form of birth control.
Claudette has no reason to be concerned about Mrs. Cade's furniture.
I'll tell you about it later.
What was it about him that she found so attractive?
Mary was right about one thing.
For the next week, she tried to stay too busy to think about him.
I was talking about the sunset.
It's about time he did something with this old house.
What was it about him that attracted her so?
How could she stay, feeling as she did about Cade?
I'm about to starve to death.
What kind of comment was that to make about her brother?
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
I guess I was wrong about both of you.
People are always willing to believe the worst about others.
And the price was about the same as the tiny Cape Cod house the LeBlanc's owned in expensive Massachusetts.
His house was situated seven miles from the office and about the same distance from Betsy and me.
He served about a dozen years for rape in California and dropped out of sight after he was released.
We'd built up a library of recorded sessions but became concerned about properly securing them.
Why don't you call Brennan when we get to the office and see what he thinks about the mystical Mr. Youngblood?
Brennan confirmed the FBI was approached and questioned about the preponderance of credible tips.
Any of our infrequent visitors or friends asking about the operation quickly developed a bleary look when we tried to explain what we did for a living.
We didn't let on to this guy, Jude Bryce, about the tip but he was a close neighbor and the parents suspected he might be involved so he was in our radar.
He's about the same height and weight but he's younger.
It's so nice now to be home in the sun and have time to replenish my funds and think about my future.
They're beginning to take this business seriously, but what about this Rupert Youngblood character?
While we kidded about selling Howie out for a million buck reward, the increased outside interest in our activities was a serious matter.
New local acquaintances never questioned us about work and we displayed no interest in anything pertaining to crime or mayhem.
The scientist in Quinn yearned for answers and it was killing him that Howie was obdurate about limiting his gift.
I guess it means he hasn't told anyone about me.
He thanked me and went about his daily business.
What about sessions totally conducted by phone?
The doctor would learn he or she was treating the so-called psychic tipster but nothing else about the person's identity.
A car was parked on the far side of the woods, about a hundred yards from the house.
Do you think he's one of people we tipped about to the line?
Everyone else is half-kidding about the existence of such a person but this guy knows he's for real.
Mr. Cooms was apprehensive about what he described as an assault on our safety.
Think about it constantly and plan.
Several minutes were consumed in silent admiration before they noticed two very singular and unusual facts about this valley.
Presently they came to a low plant which had broad, spreading leaves, in the center of which grew a single fruit about as large as a peach.
Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
These birds were of enormous size, and reminded Zeb of the rocs he had read about in the Arabian Nights.
He was a very old man, bent nearly double; but the queerest thing about him was his white hair and beard.
It is a sad story, but if you will try to restrain your tears I will tell you about it.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
Mother's about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds.
Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
In short, it tells us everything about ourselves.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
There he remained about ten minutes.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
Everything came about fortuitously.
He's worrying very much about the new building.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
For the next two hours, the women talked delightfully about meaningless things that kept them laughing.
More than likely Alex didn't want to hear any more about danger, though.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
I've never thought about it before.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
They didn't know about the science of surrogacy back then - but then, they didn't know about cesarean delivery either.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
Carmen remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing him to think about it.
Did Alex think about that aspect?
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
If everyone would stop talking about it...
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
She immediately told him about the incident with Jonathan and Alfonso and he simply nodded.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
How would you feel if I was fighting with my brother and wouldn't tell you what we were fighting about?
There isn't anything precious about this situation with Dulce.
There's nothing you can do about this and there's no point in burdening you with it.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
You must ask him about every small thing?
She should probably listen to her gut feeling about this.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.
Yet, what about the uneasy feeling she had today?
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
What have you two been arguing about, and why did you kiss your brother like that?
Was that what they had been arguing about?
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Or have you changed your mind about leaving tomorrow?
He hadn't lied about any of it.
Everyone probably knew about the incident with Dulce last night.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
Did you hear anything about Pete and the guys?
Again, it struck her that she knew little about him.
They had to talk about everything.
Aren't you the least bit concerned about whether they made it?
It was also apparent that she was pleased about their discord.
In spite of ample opportunity to talk to him about the twins, she never brought it up.
Had he changed his mind about marriage?
If he didn't bring up the subject again, she wasn't about to.
See if you can find out anything about Pete and the guys.
I'll see about some rooms at the hotel.
We just got back about an hour ago.
Their food arrived about the same time as Pete and Bordeaux.
What about her feelings for him – perhaps gratitude?
She knew little about Bordeaux except that she loved him.
An old prospector told me about a woman he met in Ashley.
What did she know about him, after all?
I wouldn't worry too much about that sort of thing.
I don't know about friends, but there sure are a lot of people in Ashley who seem preoccupied with everything I do.
The two young women chatted endlessly about the latest fashion in Paris and the boys who were attracted to them.
What would he have to talk to her about?
And anyway, Cade definitely isn't romantically interested in me, so there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
There's no reason to feel embarrassed about a normal body function.
Was that what their conversation had been about today?
Was he going to say something about the fact that she wandered too far from the house?
You're not going to lecture me about it?
It was too late or too early to do anything about it now.
She removed her gloves, wondering about the slow flush that was darkening his somber features.
No, but there's nothing odd about a Tom cat wandering off for a few days.
How could he know she had become serious about him?
Isn't it a little late to start worrying about that sort of thing?
I should have thought about it before, but it's never too late to stop doing something you know is wrong.
Maybe she could do something about that and help Cade make some money at the same time.
When Mary answered, Cynthia stammered around about the weather and every other subject she could think of.
You've gained some valuable experience about how things can get out of control so quickly.
But think about what I said, OK?
Maybe he knew he was about to lose a good housekeeper.
Cade was a worker; there was no doubt about that.
You know, Cade, there are others who feel the same way you do about the old ways.
If you'd just tell him about the baby...
There were more important things to think about at the moment - like how she was going to support a baby on her meager wages.
I wasn't talking about my children.
I was talking about other people's children.
Now was the time to clear the air, and there was one thing about all this that didn't make sense.
Then I started worrying about how I was going to take care of the baby and how much it would miss because I didn't have the money to...
So I got to thinking about adoption.
I knew I'd have to talk to you about it sooner or later, but I didn't want to hold the financial burden of an unplanned pregnancy over your head like a club.
Even the way you felt about that attic.
I thought about it, but I was afraid you'd get mad.
I think it's about time to move him from his cradle to his crib.
Well, he's about to outgrow the cradle.
Maybe that was what she found so intriguing about him.
What I pen about him will be pure speculation.
She sounded thrilled about the baby, on the phone.
I wondered about the step my friends were taking.
Betsy stopped me as I was about to follow.
Is there some history I should know about?
There are three small rooms upstairs but we'll explain about them later.
I know; I'm not jelouss, but you and Martha have this thing between you that goes so far back I get dizzy thinking about it.
Quinn added, We didn't want to wake him, or be talking about him while he might overhear.
Howie was about to become Father Abbott, a Catholic priest when a drunk in a half million dollar motor home broadsided him.
You'd think so and I guess he's curious about his past, but he's not as obsessed.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
No more just dreaming about it.
He was attentive as Betsy and I explained our wedding plans and his hosts talked about Martha's pregnancy.
If you're concerned about a messed up head, either shave it all off or comb over the scars.
I'll never get to sleep worrying about him.
I suppose I'd begin to doubt myself the more I thought about it.
I'm worried about Howie but I don't know what to do.
There was a little girl of about six or seven playing with a doll on the floor.
What's petrifying about that?
All I could think about was my time in a coma.
I had trouble sleeping on the sofa because I kept thinking about my vision from earlier.
What about the plants you're growing?
Maybe one of them is like those mushrooms you hear about that book you on a psychedelic vacation.
My dreams, the few times I remember them, are always about things that happened recently; people I just interacted with.
The only dreams I dreamed were about Martha.
I spent months being probed, questioned, talked about and made to feel a freak.
I wouldn't consider doing anything about this on my own.
How about approaching this scientifically?
Just thinking about her brings back the urge.
There was nothing exotic about it; just a cluttered mess.
He laughed and muttered something about foolishness.
All experiments are fruitful if you don't have any preconceived notions about the results.
What do you think about our little experiment?
Maybe it was the near-inaudible buzz or the rain on the roof, or my imagination, by I actually napped, for about twenty minutes.
I lay there several minutes after I awoke and thought about what Howie experienced.
I asked my mother about visiting the country or a farm and she insisted I'd never travelled anywhere but here in New Hampshire until I left for the seminary.
We asked about buildings; there were none, only corn in the four fields separated by the cross roads.
He reiterated his concern about anyone outside our group learning of what we were doing.
In the meantime Betsy interrogated Howie relentlessly about any remembered details.
I related Howie's comment about not letting go.
We were an hour into our drive south before I broached the subject, asking her about the tete-a-tete.
How come I never heard about this?
Besides, I couldn't even talk about Annie without bawling my eyes out.
I was sure he was making a mistake about the priesthood and I thought I was proving it.
We talked about celibacy and all the stuff he'd miss.
How did you learn about the name change?
He may have spent time there or read about the place; we only had his word to the contrary.
I guess you're both excited about finding Alder's Bridge actually exists.
I'm sorry I'm so positive about this.
Let's talk about it over a drink.
Howie asked about my job and confessed he was spending far too much time doing nothing.
He was considering going to school but undecided about course study.
Betsy scootched down and put her arm about him.
All those folks were going about their business and now they're dead.
Talk about being put on the spot; my beloved set me up in spades.
I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions.
I'll tell you what's going on; he read about this place in a book, maybe a long time ago, and now he's dreaming about it.
I do recall hearing about the grandfather paradox.
I've set up the same old power sources as New Hampshire and I managed to gather up about a third of the same plants.
What's different about our test?
Only Quinn seemed pleased with that result but when we tried to question him about it he refused to discuss the matter.
Howie, ever hyper about the security of our endeavors, forbid our even discussing any interim results by phone, thereby leaving us in the dark.
It's utterly delightful with all the little school children scurrying about.
Frankly, he's a pain in the ass about everything.
I'm not about to go on your honeymoon with you or watch Martha undress!
It was an interesting mental exercise and said much about the desires of the participants.
I'd not told my wife about Howie's sister Annie's abduction and murder.
Ma won't even talk about it but I read some old newspapers.
I thought about it for the entire night.
I don't care about solving cases.
Howie couldn't do anything about it; it happened two weeks ago.
The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced of the incredible scope of Howie's gift.
What about those we were accusing?
Quinn worked on increasing the precision of time and location but it remained about the same; anything longer than a couple of days was a problem.
Howie continued to be limited to about fifteen minutes or less each time.
I speculated out loud about giving up my job.
I'm talking about Howie's reaction to witnessing a crime being committed.
It was heart wrenching when sometimes our tip failed to bring about justice.
We won't hassle you if that's what you're worried about.
You don't happen to know anything about a murder in Delaware, do you?
He asked if there were others and I told him about two.
Martha was anxious to hear about the outcome of the Georgia abduction as I'd not phoned her with the results.
I thought about it, not to chase you down, but so I wouldn't forget anything you might say.
Besides the couple you told me about.
First off; we can't have you or anyone near you making any attempt to find out anything about us.
I knew what I was about to say was far more than I wanted to offer.
What about giving one person a fool proof demonstration?
How high up are you talking about?
Howie broke out in a sweat when he thought about actually witnessing a killing.
Quinn, who was our resident computer and electronic guru, was given information about protecting our security.
Did you tell him about us?
She could find no negative remarks about the self-made man.
You don't know anything about us.
I have no desire to interfere with something about which I know nothing.
That alone tells me all I need to know about you.
We never-the-less decided to postpone discussion until the following day when, as Martha said, we had a night of rumination and our wits about us.
I remained seriously concerned about the toll the sessions were exerting on him.
It was a short distance from Surry Mountain Lake and park, and about seven mile from our recently established office in town.
While we presumed Daniel Brennan and Merrill Cooms had gleaned much about our group from our many conversations, we continued to volunteer nothing concrete.
The downside of setting up identities was that someone would learn more detail about us than we'd previously released.
I too wondered about my wife's rational.