"Yes," he said. "Haven't you ever been to New York? I can't quite make it out. It's somewhere south of that patch of green—that's Central Park."
"No, I've never been out of Ohio. I thought New York was a big city."
"It's big enough. Don't forget we're four miles up. Have you seen any planes besides the skywriters?"
"Just some airliners, way down," she said. "Were you expecting someone?"
"Seeing how it's our last port of call, I thought there might be some Federal boys flying around. I shouldn't think they'd want a chunk of their real estate exported to Europe."
"Are we going to Europe?"
"Bound to if we don't change course."
"Why?"
"My very next words were going to be 'Don't ask me why.' I ask you. You're closer to the horse's mouth than I am."
"If you mean Father," Alis said, "I told you I don't enjoy his confidence."