“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much,” she said, a little coldly he thought, “you’ve got a good job now.”
“Well, you’re right about that,” he said emphatically.
“Oh, I know I am. Bob’s the fair-haired boy these days,” she added.
“I expect he is.”
Caroline walked to the window and looked down at the crowded street. “There really are a lot of people in this town,” she said in a distant voice.
“There sure are.”
“Do you ever wonder about all those people ... down there?”
This was the sort of talk that made Richard Kuppelton nervous. He hated it when people started asking him vague questions to which there were no sensible answers. “No, I can’t say that I do.”
She turned around and looked at him then, looked at him rather sadly, he thought. “I’ve got work to do,” was all she said.
“See you, Caroline.”