One thing sure. She was no plant.
"Susan."
"Don't you have to get aboard, or something?"
"Yes, but—Susan, ride down with me, I want to talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about."
But she went to the stairwalk with him, and rode down, her face turned away and her head held so high she seemed to tower over him.
"Susan," he said. "Do you think—could you give me—"
No, that's not the gambit. But what do you say—Susan, I'm a changed man. Susan, wait for me?
The stairwalk slid them gently off onto a very long platform. There was a crowd on it, sorting itself into the endless lines of purple monorail taxis that moved along both sides.
"Susan."