Do you want to tell me about it?
I didn't ask about his family tree.
I love thinking about the future.
"What shall we write about?" they asked.
We know not much about them.
In fact, everything about him was masculine.
Go and get my kitten, please, Jellia, and we'll hear what she has to say about it.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about.
In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.
In fact, she had made a different decision about it so many times that his head must be spinning.
I didn't have much of an idea about the cost of raising children then, either.
It will be about the end of our adventures, I guess.
Alex was supposed to be sterile, but they had been wrong about that.
They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it.
But what about a reasoned belief based on a balanced look at both history and current reality that leads you to be optimistic?
I guess maybe hearing people talk... about their marriage.
I understood a good deal of what was going on about me.
"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone.
The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."
Don't worry about it.
Today you may stand up before the school and read what you have written about the turnip.
Let us consider for a moment what most of the trouble and anxiety which I have referred to is about, and how much it is necessary that we be troubled, or at least careful.
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
Read about things that are beautiful and good.
Everywhere you turned, people were speculating about, or building models of, the "House of Tomorrow," the "Car of Tomorrow," or the "Workplace of Tomorrow."
This book is about that future and what it is going to look like—how it will be a place glorious and spectacular beyond our wildest hopes.
I only know that I sat in my mother's lap or clung to her dress as she went about her household duties.
"That's the way I feel about it," remarked Zeb, rubbing his wounds.
The cab-horse was about to reply when suddenly he gave a start and a neigh of terror and stood trembling like a leaf.
So the two went to the dressing-room of the Princess and searched carefully in every corner and among the vases and baskets and ornaments that stood about the pretty boudoir.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
"The prince says nothing about that," he remarked gently.
Of course I did not know what it was all about, but I enjoyed the pleasant odours that filled the house and the tidbits that were given to Martha Washington and me to keep us quiet.
Thinking that turn and turn about is fair play, she seized the scissors and cut off one of my curls, and would have cut them all off but for my mother's timely interference.
I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint "No Admittance" on my gate.
On the 1st of April it rained and melted the ice, and in the early part of the day, which was very foggy, I heard a stray goose groping about over the pond and cackling as if lost, or like the spirit of the fog.
I just wondered how you felt about him hiding things from you.
When the king's soldiers heard about this powder, they made up their minds to go out and get it for themselves.
There he remained about ten minutes.
Of the war Princess Mary thought as women do think about wars.
Just about time I think the two of you are making progress, something like this comes up.
Looking out, they could see into some of the houses near them, where there were open windows in abundance, and were able to mark the forms of the wooden Gargoyles moving about in their dwellings.
In short, it tells us everything about ourselves.
Then hand to the governor in person a letter about the deed.
I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
No, I told him about them.
What was he disappointed about - the new baby?
Or maybe he was thinking about their conversation last night.
Has Alex told you about the party?
He talks about you - thinks about you all the time.
We'll know more about her recovery tomorrow.
Oh, I was supposed to tell you about a party.
Several minutes were consumed in silent admiration before they noticed two very singular and unusual facts about this valley.
Presently they came to a low plant which had broad, spreading leaves, in the center of which grew a single fruit about as large as a peach.
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
"How about the birds and beasts and fishes?" asked Zeb.
Fruits and flowers grew plentifully all about, and there were many of the delicious damas that the people of Voe were so fond of.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
They wound about, always going upward, for some time.
These birds were of enormous size, and reminded Zeb of the rocs he had read about in the Arabian Nights.
He was a very old man, bent nearly double; but the queerest thing about him was his white hair and beard.
It is a sad story, but if you will try to restrain your tears I will tell you about it.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
Mother's about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds.
Mother usually knows what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won't do that.
"You may be right," replied the Wizard, "but we're a little particular about associating with strangers.
"I believe we will soon follow her," announced the Wizard, in a tone of great relief; "for I know something about the magic of the fairyland that is called the Land of Oz.
"That is quite a history," said Ozma; "but there is a little more history about the Land of Oz that you do not seem to understand--perhaps for the reason that no one ever told it you.
When the people heard about this speech of the rich man, Coriolanus, they were very angry.
In the first place, I tell you we have no right to question the Emperor about that, and secondly, if the Russian nobility had that right, the Emperor could not answer such a question.
The assembled nobles all took off their uniforms and settled down again in their homes and clubs, and not without some groans gave orders to their stewards about the enrollment, feeling amazed themselves at what they had done.
Everything came about fortuitously.
You plotted against me, you lied to Prince Andrew about my relations with that Frenchwoman and made me quarrel with him, but you see I need neither her nor you!
The only thing that made Princess Mary anxious about him was that he slept very little and, instead of sleeping in his study as usual, changed his sleeping place every day.
He's worrying very much about the new building.
He went about looking at every corner.
Talking about it might help her, but they had already talked the subject lifeless.
The roast will be ready in about 15 minutes.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
You see, there is nothing up my sleeve and nothing concealed about my person.
A little girl said she would write about "Summer."
Many years after that, some funny little verses about Mr. Finney's turnip were printed in a newspaper.
About an hour later, a well-dressed gentleman came into the hotel and said, "I wish to see Mr. Jefferson."
He has been here about an hour.
"Tell me about it," said the shah.
About this time I found out the use of a key.
I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.
Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's health.
The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien.
When I was about five years old we moved from the little vine-covered house to a large new one.
Carmen had already spoken to Mums about it.
All I could think about was that I had a living father-in-law.
What was she making him disappointed about?
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
"I won't talk about it any more," she said cheerfully.
About noon, I guess.
That night as they prepared for bed, she approached Alex about it.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
We... actually, I... was thinking about adopting a few wild horses from out west where they have too many.
And yet, there was something about her that suggested she was in uncharted waters - maybe body language.
Tell us about your... clinic.
He didn't need any preconceived ideas about his little brother or sister.
Having a baby was something they should be excited about - talking about to others.
What about Jonathan and me?
Maybe he was thinking about Alexia, but that was still on their land, in the old house before it was renovated.
But this wasn't about intimacy - was it?
It was about privacy and morality.
Maybe that was what Felipa was talking about - that she fussed over him too much.
No wonder Alex hadn't said anything about it.
Maybe Felipa had a love she wasn't sure about.
What about Dulce and Alondra?
How do they feel about your father offering the estate to Alex?
But I don't know anything about dressing or acting like a lady.
Whatever the case, it certainly wasn't worth arguing about.
About ten or fifteen minutes ago.
And then they were walking out the door, still talking about the mare.
For the next two hours, the women talked delightfully about meaningless things that kept them laughing.
More than likely Alex didn't want to hear any more about danger, though.
Remembering what Felipa had said about the girls being out of a home if Alex refused the inheritance, she smiled.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
I've never thought about it before.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
"Well, I wouldn't worry about that," she said.
Getting information about him from Katie is too much work.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
Something about the way Felipa was smiling up at him suggested she was anticipating a good night kiss.
Well, that explained a lot about him.
Alex wouldn't lie, but if he was given enough time to think about it, he could certainly evade the issue.
Maybe he'd think about it next time.
Something about his voice quickened her pulse.
She was no longer tired - no longer concerned about the children or the strange room.
The service on Christmas Eve day was, of course, about Jesus.
She had an interesting perspective, and she made him think about things differently.
They didn't know about the science of surrogacy back then - but then, they didn't know about cesarean delivery either.
Nothing. I was just thinking about technology.
Carmen was looking at someone behind the camera and Alex was looking at a girl who stood about five feet from him.
She had no particular concern about that part.
Carmen remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing him to think about it.
Did Alex think about that aspect?
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
If everyone would stop talking about it...
She had to stop thinking about the past that way.
Nothing more was said about the tear session.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
Later that evening in their room Carmen asked him about the exchange.
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
What was that all about?
On week days, I get up about 6:00 in the morning and fix breakfast.
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
I guess it does sound dull when I talk about it, but it's never dull to me, and Alex seems to be happy with things.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
She immediately told him about the incident with Jonathan and Alfonso and he simply nodded.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
How would you feel if I was fighting with my brother and wouldn't tell you what we were fighting about?
There isn't anything precious about this situation with Dulce.
There's nothing you can do about this and there's no point in burdening you with it.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
You must ask him about every small thing?
She should probably listen to her gut feeling about this.
Something about it looked warm and cozy - like home.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
Señor Medena had no romantic thoughts about her.
Yet, what about the uneasy feeling she had today?
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
What have you two been arguing about, and why did you kiss your brother like that?
"I didn't know about any of this until we came down here for a visit," she defended.
Was that what they had been arguing about?
Was that why Alex didn't want to talk to her about it?
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
Or have you changed your mind about leaving tomorrow?
He hadn't lied about any of it.
Everyone probably knew about the incident with Dulce last night.
Alex was in a good mood and it was a pleasant trip - until Felipa made a comment about Tessa's visit the night before.
It was how she felt about Alex.
What are you talking about?
Double strollers, two cribs, two car seats... and what about the car?
Would she ever reach the point that she felt comfortable about spending the money he had earned before they met?
When he talked of investments, she had assumed he was talking about 401K.
This wasn't about privacy, though.
It was about secrecy - and deception.
In fact, if she confronted him now and then, he might be more inclined to volunteer information before she found out about it.
There was nothing she could do about it until he got home, so she might as well not think about it.
It was the perfect opportunity to talk to Alex about their finances.
"I was thinking about my car today," she said.
You would have had to tell me about an entire family you'd been hiding.
He was right about the coat, but she wasn't about to go back and get it.
He didn't tell her about the money because it would lead to questions - both about the money and the fact that he had been hiding it from her.
How had their conversation gone from an inquiry about money to a litmus test of their stay in Texas?
This wasn't about what he had hidden from her or the fact that he had left her alone for two weeks to go to Columbia.
It was about the possibility of losing him.
It was unrealistic to think two people could spend a lifetime together and never squabble about anything.
Still, as a child she had never thought about it.
Maybe it was anger that prompted him to make the remark about her spending his money, but he never apologized about it specifically.
Katie asked her about the progress on the horse ranch.
I was thinking about buying a new vehicle and wondered if we had the money, so I looked at his financial information on the computer.
Señor Medena wasn't too happy about that.
I think that's why Alex feels the way he does about money.
He also had a sense of responsibility about it.
If she was, I didn't know about it.
Considering her own feelings about Alex, and the fact that he was a lot like his father, it wasn't hard to imagine that his mother never got over Señor Medena.
And yet, this latest contention was about inheritance, not love.
He wasn't involved in anything illegal and you have no reason to be concerned about spending any of the money he acquired.
You know how stubborn you are about not doing business with dishonest people.
But why didn't you say something to me about all of this before now?
I won't say anything to Alex about it.
One of the most appealing things about Alex was his confidence.
Carmen took her to the doctor, but he said there was no cure for the common cold and not to worry about it.
She wanted to talk to you about something.
When I told her about Destiny, she asked if she could come up and help.
She has to talk to father about it and she will call back later this morning to let me know when she will be here.
Carmen dozed in the chair a few times off and on until about midnight.
She had barely thought about the twins since Destiny went into the hospital.
They have her in pull-ups now and she's not happy about that.
Morning dawned on about three inches of snowfall and it was still coming down.
When the nurse arrived, she took Destiny's temperature and said something about the doctor.
He spoke so clearly and with such conviction that Carmen wondered if he was thinking about Alex.
At worst... she didn't want to think about that.
When Alex came home that evening, Carmen told him about it.
Would she always feel this way about him and everything he touched?
I was right from the start, though... about you.
How could he be so calm about it?
His movements were deliberate as he walked toward her - as if he were measuring every word he was about to say.
I want to be able to focus on solving this problem, not worrying about what might be said or done to you.
It was all about money - his money.
Later that night she woke and lay awake thinking about the way he had responded.
"Is that what this is all about?" he asked.
Even Katie noticed the change in him and asked Carmen about the cause.
Good. It's about time you started thinking defensively.
Katie was right about one thing.
"I didn't know about him until you and I went to Texas," he added when she stared at him stupidly.
Is that what you and Dulce were fighting about?
They had been married almost five years, so... that meant the baby was conceived long before they met - about the time he and Tessa were going to get married.
But then, if Tessa didn't marry him, why didn't Dulce tell him about the baby?
I don't know why she didn't ask for it before - or why she didn't tell me about the baby.
No one had said anything about Dulce being married, either.
Maybe because she didn't want to think about it then.
Why would you think I was talking about Dulce?
Certainly not that she knew about.
Why lie when she made it so easy for him to avoid talking about it at all?
All that was true enough, but remaining bitter about it wasn't going to improve their relationship.
So what were you and Dulce arguing about?
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
I guess I didn't think about it that way.
He was thinking about it now.
He said he felt bad about it, but conceded that Tessa had been less than honest with him on more than one occasion.
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