“Yes.”
“Well, then he should be put in jail for thievery, assault and battery, and being a brawny moron.”
“I have money. Do you want to eat at Black Canyon? You might not want coffee. I never drink it. Just water and cola.”
“If we were to eat at Black Canyon or someplace less dingy—really elegant—I’d make sure my father paid for it. We wouldn’t need money. The whole day could be put on a credit card.”
“No, as the man, I insist on paying.”
“Maybe later,” she first spoke in irritation. She wasn’t interested in his chivalry. “ I want to go in here now. Have you ever been in here?”
“No, what is it?”
“Do you like museums?”
“I love learning. That’s all I love.”
“Not just Laotian poetry?”