“Considering!” she said with a wheezing laugh. “That’s a first. I’m afraid being considerate is not a skill. Not in America. Maybe the Vatican, if you’re lucky.” “It’s called observing. Introspection,” he said, miffed. “You’re kidding. That’s it?” The cigarette hissed as she chucked it in the water. “Okay, then give me an example.” “Of what?” “Of you considering. What do you consider?” “I dunno.”
