"My father told me. For a man who spends hours just sitting and thinking about philosophy he knows a tremendous amount about anything you can think of to ask him."
Flip crossed to one of the windows and looked out through a pane of blue glass onto a blue world. The sun was beginning to slip behind the mountain and she said, "I have to go now, Paul."
"Will you come next week?" Paul asked.
"Yes, I could come on Saturday next week. I could come earlier in the afternoon if you'd like."
"I'd like it very much," Paul said. "Do you really have to go now?"
"I think I'd better."
"There are so many things I want to ask you. Do you like to ski?"
"I don't know how, yet. But I'm going to learn this winter. Do you like it?"
"More than anything in the world. I never can wait for the snow and they say it will be late this year. Do you like to read?"
"I love it."