“You love this outlook?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you sit here often?”
“Every evening.”
“Is it the sunset that you care for, the roar of the river, just being here high above it all?”
“It's that last, perhaps; I don't know.”
“Haven't you been lonely?”
“No.”
“You'd rather be here with the sheep than be in Lund, or Salt Lake City, as Esther and Judith want to be?”
“Yes.”