lots, some so flat and rusted they looked like fallen trees. She turned to him, her eyebrows arched, and it took him a moment to realize she had just asked him a question he didn’t hear. “Yeah,” he said without a clue. “You really think so?” She slit her eyes at him and bit her lip. “Most of the time. Yeah.” “Right.” She nodded. “You’re not as dull as you look, you know.”
