"I haven't," very quietly said the girl.
"You have."
Ramsey glanced cautiously at Watson, but the pilot's eyes were a league ahead. Hers returned to Hugh. "Wasn't it my brothers changed your mind—the twins?"
"They helped."
She looked him over absently: "I love my brothers."
"I don't," said Hugh.
She stared again and slowly remarked: "You haven't got to.... You're powerful queer, ain't you?"
"Not by choice."
"I'm queer. Wish I wasn't—wa'n't—weren't—but I am."
"Yes," said Hugh, "you are."