“The least you could do is offer a little conversation.” Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road.“You want me to talk?”“It would be the polite thing to do.”“Okay. Let’s talk.”“Any topic will be fine.”“I’m going to sit here and silently think of one. Might take a while.”

“You keep distracting me,” I tell her.“All I’m doing is sitting here talking to you!”“Exactly,” I say, and I smile at her.j”

“Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?"Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together, and yet for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.”

“Her mother leaned in. “She calls him ‘Colossus.’Now what do you think that is for?”“I’m sure she’s fine—”“Not if she is with Colossus. She askedme last week if I could get her birth control.”“Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?”“I want you to find that campground andbring your sister home.”....“Fine.”“You’re going to go now?”“Do I have any choice? It’s either that or let Lucy get impregnated by the Colossus, right?”

“Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?”

“Okay, okay, backing off. Um, I suppose this would be a bad time to ask you to talk to Pete for me, you know, about the car?'His eyes widened. I could almost hear him thinking, Of all the nerve! 'You were driving,' he said.'But he likes you so much better than me.''That is because I do not keep wrecking the rentals.”