I answered with a chuckle.
"Yes," she answered, looking gravely at his tousled hair and blinking gray eyes.
"Hum?" he answered in a sleepy voice.
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
Julia answered the phone and called to Brandon.
Someone knocked on the door and when she answered it, a man brought in their luggage.
"No," answered Nicholas, and lay back on his pillow.
The messenger answered with respect: My master desires to diminish the number of his faults, but he cannot come to the end of them.
Lisa started to get up but Howard motioned her to sit still while he answered the door.
He answered brusquely and deposited her things in the middle of the room.
Cade answered the door and ushered his sister into the family room where Cynthia was doing some last minute dusting.
"I wouldn't think of acting like a man," she answered flippantly.
In a recent survey, only a quarter of Americans answered that question with a "yes."
"I found it!" she exclaimed as soon as I answered her call.
"I'm not angry with you," he answered tersely.
The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply.
"Well, let's just say he was willing to tell me what lay in store for me," she answered flippantly.
All of these she answered herself, and she made public acknowledgment in letters to the newspapers.
After that he asked me if the strings were all right and changed them at once when I answered in the negative.
"What would you have, my dear fellow?" answered Pierre, shrugging his shoulders.
But after a minute I answered that beauty was a form of goodness--and he went away.
Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to.
"Of course I'm not alright," she answered with an irritated edge to her voice.
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she answered in a dry tone.
She said when a familiar voice answered on the fifth ring.
"Not a very pretty one," he answered, as if a little ashamed.
When he answered, his voice was gravely.
(I answered, "They should get jobs at the factory that would make the lawnmowers; it would pay better.") Personal computers and the Internet have come under criticism in this regard.
She wanted him brought to Boston, and when she was told that money would be needed to get him a teacher, she answered, "We will raise it."
"I don't do floors," he answered dryly.
"Yes," she answered in a surprisingly somber voice.
"You're the only one who can hear the buzz," Quinn answered defensively.
"Certainly," answered the wise man.
"Because the tracks are always the same," answered David Brown.
"Good," she answered crisply.
"No," he answered flatly.
Yancey tossed his newspaper aside and stomped into the hallway, where he gruffly answered the intrusive caller.
Finally she answered with a question of her own.
"We are," Alex answered curtly.
"Get a life," he answered instantly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
When a female voice answered, he pressed the speaker button and the phone call became theirs.
A few minutes later Señor Medena answered the phone.
"Of course not," Adrienne answered with surprise.
I answered that I was very sure I liked it passably well; I was not joking.
She watched him as he answered it and then headed toward her at a brisk pace.
"No one is staying with me," she answered sharply, and then realized she had revealed she was alone.
"I've heard that about cars, too," he answered sarcastically.
"I'm moving back home for a while," he answered emotionlessly.
"I can finish that later," he answered coldly.
"That's nonsense," he answered sternly.
"Get back in shape and run another one," she answered with a smile.
"No," Betsy answered, "We just heard stories from a friend.
I answered as Betsy crossed her fingers.
"That is the one evil of our country," answered the invisible man.
"Yes, here is your money," answered the young gentleman; "and send it to my house at once."
"I live at Number 39, Blank Street," answered the young gentleman; "and my name is Johnson."
"He wished to teach you a lesson," answered the market man.
From the next stall, Dawn answered.
"I love you too, sweetie," Carmen answered.
It rang three times and then Jonathan answered.
After a few moments Jonathan answered.
"Think about it," she answered.
A coyote howled in the distance and another answered.
"It's a seasonal place, according to Martha's description," I answered.
"I guess you could say Martha is pretty good looking," I answered.
"He's just pulling your leg," Martha answered.
"If that was all, he could deal with that," Quinn answered.
"That's because the brain is the strangest tool of the body," Quinn answered.
"I imagine it helps being around people," I answered.
"Join AA," I answered.
"No problem," I answered.
"Not recently," he answered.
"It's easily cleared up," I answered.
"I don't know," he answered.
"Let's see," I answered.
"I felt badly for what he's gone through," I answered.
"I know what you mean," Martha answered.
"So is Martha," he answered with a laugh.
"That's easy," I answered.
Believe me, Quinn answered.
"I can," Martha answered with a snarl in her voice.
A friendly female voice answered.
"We could call on our way back home, half way to New York," she answered.
"I certainly don't want the responsibility," Martha answered as she turned to Betsy.
Daniel Brennan answered on the first ring.
"Yes," answered an old man's voice.
I answered his question with one of my own.
"Good, good," he answered.
"Right on," Quinn answered.
"Only to see how it plays out," I answered.
"No one has seen the guy for several days," her husband answered.
"I heard him on the phone," Martha answered.
"You scaring me," I answered.
"Granted, he won't do anything untoward knowingly," I answered.
"Granted," I answered, "but she isn't stupid."
"It's not our call," Martha answered, though by her tone, I suspected she understood where I was coming from.
Brennan answered his own question.
I don't really know, but I think I answered one of the first calls they made.
"Yes," She answered with a whisper.
A radio station did a piece on the tip center and requested an interview with someone who answered the phones.
"No. Too much time elapsed before the killing was known and made public," I answered.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Soon as I can get away," I answered, hoping I wasn't stammering.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
Strange though, when I asked if gunshots were common, they answered yes, but it was a quiet weekend; none had been reported for several days.
"It's unfair to Martha to leave her alone with an infant," I answered.
Martha answered the phone.
"Just a sec; I'll look out the window," I answered as I hung up and dialed my next call, the office of After.
Agnes Delanco answered immediately.
I rang the bell and I could see shadow movement behind the thin drapes but no one answered.
A woman with a gruff voice answered for Blast Publishing.
I answered, to Quinn's cherry voice.
The figure above me answered.
"Not really," I answered and found my throat didn't hurt as much this orning.
"Believe me, no one comes straighter than Howie," I answered.
She just came in as you answered.
I answered with all the right words though I was not just a little annoyed.
Our dog spotted a rabbit crossing his driveway and lurched forward to give chase, tangling me in his leash as I answered.
"Of course," Betsy answered as she smoothed the cushions in invitation.
I know, my wife answered.
"No," I answered again.
I'll give the man credit for direct eye contact as he answered.
He answered matter-of-factly, without any sense of embarrassment.
He answered without chastisement, but a half-awake voice.
I blurted out as soon as Jackson thankfully answered.
"There are three'" answered a clerk with an accent from a country I couldn't fine on a map and a name tag that said Pual.
Garcia answered, "What kind of danger?"
I answered to detective Jackson.
Wait a minute, he said just as Jackson answered my cell.
"I've got them!" a woman answered excitedly and we moved in a wave to a different monitor.
A person behind me answered nervously.
"It's blue," the woman whom I learned was called Nancy answered.
"Not so far," a voice across the room answered.
I'll get on it, a voice answered.
"I think not," I answered.
"Yeah," he answered, his voice dripping in annoyance.
The phone rang more than a dozen times before a man with groggy voice answered.
"Where, Toni?" he answered.
His phone rang again, and he answered, trailing Bianca to an elevator.
"Whatcha need, boss?" she answered.
"You were right on about meeting the devil himself," Jenn answered.
"You're good," Dusty answered with a faint smile.
Jonny answered, plainly pulled from sleep.
Speck crossed his arms and waited as he answered.
Mumbling curses, he answered the phone.
Yes, I suppose, she answered.
"Just a minute, Papa," she answered.
"Papa, I think he's here," she whispered when he answered.
"Pacific northwest," Xander answered.
Most of what I know comes from what I've relearned after the Schism, Jule answered.
"Yes," Jule answered, pensive.
"Probably in the gym with Darian," Bianca answered.
"Yes, of course," Yully answered.
How may I direct your call? a pleasant voice answered.
As if in a dream, she pulled it free and answered.
His phone rang, and he answered, expecting the woman to return his call with a few dozen apologies.
"More or less," he answered.
"No. Talking to Dusty and Jule," he answered without turning.
Jake gave her enough that she should sleep for another day or so, Han answered.
"Chill, Dusty, it's not that serious," Damian answered.
"Not that I know of," Han answered.
"Battle is what we do," he answered then looked at her.
"I do," Damian answered.
When no one answered, she knocked again.
"Damian sent her," Pierre answered.
"No, you're not," Sofia answered with a smile.
"I hate that," she answered.
She hesitated then answered.
There was a pause before the man on the other end answered.
His cell rang, and he answered, eyes always moving.
"He'll do," Sofia answered.
"I don't know," she answered.
The number wasn't familiar, but she answered.
"Beloved. It's used for sisters, mothers, and mates in our world," Jule answered.
"Ever," it answered with a wheeze.
One question was answered: Darkyn was obligated to protect her in some way.
Deidre sucked in a deep breath, praying the demon lord answered the summons.
"To have a second chance with you," Deidre answered softly.
She knocked, and Wynn answered.
"I think so," she answered.
"Perhaps he is simply lazy," Zamon answered.
I simply took on a form that you would not find threatening, Zamon answered.
"We have to do better than paper bags," Cynthia answered.
She answered as Martha giggled, earning a stern look.
"August is only the primary," Dean answered, but they both knew in the near one-party County of Ouray, that was tantamount to the final election.
"I guess it would depend on how important the something was," Dean answered.
Finally she answered, "Let's just pretend."
"That's what deputies and under-sheriffs are for," he answered with a grimace and then pictured sending snippy Miss Larkin burrowing underground like a weasel and rolling a stone against the entrance.
It's a Lou Rankin design, Fred answered.
"I have an appointment with the sheriff," Dean answered.
"She's hardly had time to reach Denver," he answered, glancing at his watch.
"Yeah. Well, I'm not sure I'm going to give her one," the young man answered.
"She's going to be his wife," Cynthia answered with no pleasure in her voice.
"Food and extra clothing, I guess," Cynthia answered as they neared Bird Song.
"No, I'm not 'coming to terms,'" she answered with a chill.
"Let's see," Dean answered.
"I imagine she'd have kept trying if the line was busy," Dean answered.
"And now you're going to be one," she answered as they finished cleaning the dining room and moved on to the hall.
Dean, towel over his arm, answered it.
"Maybe from back there," her husband answered, "but anyone would know it was a joke."
"He must have," Ginger answered for her husband.
"I must have seen the name on a map," he answered, convincing no one.
"Let's take one thing at a time," Dean answered as he looked down at the articles spread before him.
"I wasn't disagreeing," she answered, "just making a point.
"That's an easy one," Fred answered, massaging his chin.
"Just take lots of flashlights," he answered.
"It's not fur—it's pulp and it's good for you," Dean answered.
"That was the public health people," Cynthia answered.
It's practically still dark out there, Dean answered.
"If Fitzgerald can find this place, so can I," he answered.
"Just poking around," Cynthia answered, trying a smile that wasn't returned.
"I guess we should set up some ground rules here," Dean answered.
"No one out here but the cook," he answered as Paul reached for the bottle, ostensibly to look at the label.
"I'm not sure it truly proves anything," Dean answered.
"Kids," the woman said, as if that answered all the questions plaguing Dean's mind.
A male voice answered and after Dean explained about the bone, he was told to bring it over.
"Mostly I'm a divorce lawyer," he answered, carefully wiping whipped cream from his upper lip.
"Yup," answered Fred as his arm shot to bid.
"Fitzgerald is a local, too," Fred answered.
Fred answered with a wave of his hand.
"He's only abiding by the judge's direction," Cynthia answered.
Then he answered his own question.
The phone rang, precluding a pithy rejoinder, and as Cynthia was elbow-deep in dishwater, Dean answered.
"Let's see," Fred answered, counting on his fingers.
"Good question," Cynthia answered.
"Even those aren't foolproof," Dean answered.
"I don't even like the word politician," Dean answered.
"No harm done," Dean answered.
"Women's lib," Dean answered.
"Just seems more likely," Fred answered.
"I'm on a diet," he answered.
She answered without a pause.
"Sure, I'd be happy to," he answered, adding, "no need to pay.
"Great!" answered Cynthia's co-seller.
"Hold judgment until you meet her this afternoon," he answered.
Dean answered it and was delighted to hear Martha's voice.
"I can hardly wait," Jennifer answered.
"Joseph Dawkins said he was sealing it up, so I don't think so," Dean answered.
No one answered until Dean finally said, "The bus service stinks."
"I don't know," Dean answered.
"Well, there's certainly someone up there now," Dean answered as he peered around the rock.
"'Can' and 'should' are worlds apart," Dean answered.
Jennifer asked "Probably to frighten us off," Dean answered.
"I haven't shot the bastard yet," she answered.
"Thanks for running it down," Dean answered.
"Can't go tomorrow," Dean answered.
"No," he answered as he stared at Billy.
"I told him nothing," he answered.
Dean could tell by the look on her face that Lydia wanted to forget about Billy Langstrom and the accident, but she answered.
When Dean didn't respond, she answered.
"I'll do it in the morning," Dean answered.
"I saw it in his room," Dean answered without elaborating.
"I'm not sure I can keep the dough," Fred answered.
"Snoopus maximus, I believe," Cynthia answered.
"Don't think you can get in without their password," Fred answered as Cynthia rolled her eyes.
"It's sort of complicated," Dean answered.
"It wasn't earlier this week," Dean answered.
It was Blackie Rowland's old workings, back during the war, Roger answered.
I wonder if anyone answered his ad and he caught up with Josh.
Ed was okay, so long as he kept his belly away from the bar, Harold answered.
"According to the son, Josh had high grade samples," Dean answered.
"More than that," Fred answered.
She answered his unasked question.
"Maybe you're right," Dean answered.
Ten minutes later, Lydia Larkin answered her door dressed in very tight and very small white shorts with a red elastic thing that covered only her breasts and nothing of the acres of skin in the middle.
"You paid me back by quashing your boss's attempt to frame me," Dean answered.
She answered, "What do you think, I write down every present from every guy I have sex with?"
"Maybe it's the old detective coming out," he answered.
Dean, who'd just returned from pressing election flesh, answered.
"No, they're not," Fitzgerald answered.
"This isn't a good time," he answered, but she cut him off.
She answered her own question before he had a chance.
Nothing. I said I answered the 911 call and you came along— down the mountain, not up from town like me—and we went down to the crash together.
"Good for you, I guess," Dean answered.
"So I understand," Dean answered.
After it was repeated, Dean answered it to find Lydia Larkin.
Cynthia answered but quickly motioned for Dean to pick up the extension.
"He was pretty smug about her being okay," Dean answered.
"Of course," she answered, in not much more than a whisper.
"Give him an 'A' for effort." she answered as she closed her eyes, dipped her head back.
Bills were paid, telephones answered and smiles smiled where called for.
"Nope," Dean answered honestly but Weller didn't let him off the hook.
"I just don't know," he answered.
"It's the year she was born, but it doesn't really mean anything" Fred answered.
"Really, really glad," Dean answered.
Most queries were answered in monosyllables except the last, which Dean put off by explaining they'd discuss the bones at length in the morning.
"We did a lot of digging," Dean answered.
"They weren't like what you buy today," Martha answered.
Dean was beginning to wonder, but answered no.
"Maybe they were afraid it would date the skeleton," Dean answered.
"There must have been a purpose," Dean answered.
"At least temporarily," Dean answered as he groped for his seat belt.
"You have every right to be a candidate—" Dean answered.
She grabbed the mike and answered.
"I think so," Cynthia answered.
"I've thought the same thing," Dean answered.
You answered my question.
I don't care to relive it all, he answered.
"No. He kept me in Hell to undo what Sasha did," Wynn answered.
"It handles well and gets good gas mileage," she answered, hoping Alex would be out soon.
Several nights later the telephone rang and Carmen answered it.
She watched as he examined Casper and answered his questions.
"Always," she answered immediately.
Shock or maybe fear put the words in her mouth when the woman answered.
The phone rang four times and Carmen was ready to hang up when Katie answered.
"I love you too," she answered.
"No," Gerald answered with a short laugh.
"Where you've slept every night for the past two months," he answered.
"Not the way you think," he answered, standing.
I might have a later text with similar symbols I can use to trace the roots of the writing, Tamer answered.
"Forty three, five here, thirty eight spread among the Sanctuaries," she answered promptly.
"No, you're not dead," Daniela answered with a sharp look at Rhyn.
He answered at once.
"Yeah. They take you wherever you want to go," Rhyn answered.
No, I um, was looking for someone else, Deidre answered.
"A basement angel," Katie answered her before continuing with Toby.
"You were too distraught to speak," he answered.
"Finishing up my morning run," she answered.
"The solution to our problem," Kris answered.
I seek an alliance against my former employer and to regain my place at the Council, Sasha answered.
"Giovanni de Medici, descendent of the Italian de Medici," his secretary answered from behind them.
It wasn.t hard to figure out why he did it after so long refusing to become Death.s slave, Darkyn answered.
"Sure. I think everyone does," Kiera answered.
"I don't know," Kiera answered.
If that doesn't work, I'll take your sisters to my planet, Jetr answered.
"I have to pee, now," Kiera answered.
"We don't use keys," he answered.
Ne'Rin turned to him, and he realized he hadn't answered his advisor's question.
"Nishani, women do not fight," he answered.
"Fine. But I'm not going to training," Kiera answered.
"Half a day," he answered.
"It was meant to be," he answered.
"This place is a hundred years old," Dean answered.
I got some ideas and I have a few feelers out, Fred answered, a defensive tone in his voice.
The phone rang twice while he worked, both times answered by Fred who sounded as if he was booking another guest.
"I booked a room for tonight," Fred answered, a smug look on his face.
"It's a gift I got," he answered.
"No rush," he answered with a smile.
But it's too bad she didn't send you one of those itsy-bitsy outfits all the really cool skaters wear, he answered.
"'Prodigal' daughter, who's been dead a hundred years," Dean answered.
"Yeah," Fred answered, but absent much conviction.
We've practically got a full house of ice climbers starting in a couple of days, Dean answered.
"So I like cheese," he answered, and then added, "it's really good."
"You bet," Fred answered, pleased with himself.
"That's nice," Edith answered unconvincingly as she rose to leave.
"I'd say so," Fred answered.
"I'd guess so," Fred answered.
"It's a chemise," Cynthia answered, folding yet another article.
"They had these Chinese laundries in town," Fred answered.
It was Cynthia who answered.
"Not necessarily," Cynthia answered, studying the notebook.
"I guess so," he answered, surprised at the question.
As he answered the late night call, he glanced up the staircase to see Edith in the hall above, a specter in her antique dress, a look of alarm on her face.
Dean answered affirmatively and smiled up at Edith Shipton, giving an all-is-well wave.
"As opposed to?" she answered as she switched off the light and slipped in beside him.
"But we can't turn our backs on them either," Cynthia answered.
"Maybe she keeps changing her mind," he answered.
Then Cynthia answered her own question before biting into her toast.
"That's the silliest thing I've ever heard!" he answered, as he left for the kitchen.
"Yes," she answered, but offered no further explanation.
"I think I'll speak to the sheriff," he answered, "just in case.
"I suppose you consider that one of life's little blessings," Dean answered with a smile.
"Yeah," Weller answered as he rubbed his chin in thought.
"A blue one," she answered.
"We only serve breakfast at Bird Song," Cynthia answered, keeping her voice cheery.
"He's a very intelligent boy," Dean answered.
"It feels as if there's something in the handle of the comb," she answered, shaking it.
It's only eight-thirty, Dean answered as they stepped into the hall.
But, yes, he answered.
Cynthia answered, another guest confirming his room while Fred told his new skiing partner he'd see him in the morning.
"No problem," he answered in a friendly voice.
"Shoot him," Dean answered.
"I think you should go with him," she answered.
"Better than the old geezer, I imagine," Dean answered, trying to remember the last time he himself had tried the sport.
"Think of the plus side, Fred," Cynthia answered.
When Dean answered it, Edith Shipton stood there, still clad in the white dress, that she now owned.
"Certainly," Cynthia answered, coming to the door.
It's booked tomorrow but it's empty tonight, Cynthia answered.
"No problem at all," Cynthia answered.
"Well, they sure didn't have a computer a hundred years ago," Cynthia answered.
"Edith got a little maudlin last night," Dean answered.
Not after she'd been working at it awhile, Cynthia answered, not taking her eyes from the page as she continued to work.
Fred answered with a look that said he, too, was justifiably proud to be on the slopes at his age.
"Well, we can't very well go searching her room for it," Cynthia answered.
"That's the challenge," Penny answered.
"She should know," Mick answered, displaying a sporting magazine, "Penny's the one on the cover."
"They just used the picture of me 'cause my butt's cuter than these guys," the young woman answered.
"Don't let Penny kid you," another climber answered.
"You gotta push," she answered with a smile.
"I don't know what they dug up but what I found is a bit of a mystery," Fred answered as he began to poke in the refrigerator.
He announced to Dean he had answered the door and a customer was waiting.
"Don't fear," Dean answered.
"It wouldn't be the first time," he answered as, Cynthia looked up.
And remember—innocent until proven guilty, she answered as she readied for bed.
"Fair enough," Donald Ryland answered.
"It's as safe as a stroll in the woods," Ryland answered, winking at Dean.
"No, thanks," Dean answered.
"We're just using it to haul the gear," Teddy, the oldest of the group, answered.
"That's called an ice ax, or piolet," Ryland answered.
"So you told me," he answered, still smiling at Cynthia.
"Because he has more sense," Cynthia answered, squeezing her husband's arm and turning away.
"We know where this is going, don't we?" he answered.
"Naw," Fred answered, slumping down in a chair.
"Be nice," Cynthia answered.
"She wrote in a code," Dean answered.
It was he who answered.
"I suspect we'll never know," Effie answered.
"I sure did vote for him," Fred answered smugly, looking from one to the other.
"Or else she brought him back here," his wife answered sleepily.
"Most men are," Cynthia answered, in an unusually sharp tone, and then added, "present company excepted.
"I'm sorry to see you leave," Dean answered, "but I wish you'd spoken to us before making arrangements with someone else."
Shipton answered with a smile.
"I will," Gladys answered with a sneer that was almost scary.
"Even if they didn't, we'll pretend they did," Dean answered as he shook the rein.
"Supply and demand," Dean answered.
"After the ice festival is over," Ryland answered.
As she answered it, he pondered what she had said.
"My mother," she answered.
A grumpy man answered and Dean tested his sweetest voice.
Dean answered, "I just want...."
Dean answered a phone call—a six-month-early summer reservation—while waving to the departing guests.
"I was up at the park, looking for you," he answered, holding her closer.
"No, it isn't," she answered, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"I don't want to talk about it," she answered.
"A couple of bottles of cheap wine, and half a jug of Tequila some guest left," Dean answered as he fingered the knife.
"Dean," Weller answered, as he rose to leave.
"I can use all the peace the good Lord can offer," Dean answered, as toast popped up in a puff of smoke.
"If my wife needs me, I am," Dean answered, getting a bit annoyed himself.
They're sort of moving in on this, he answered.
"Maybe she dropped it herself, when she was cleaning," Fred answered.
"I wish I could be there with you," he answered.
"He couldn't have fallen all that way and survived," he answered.
"I suppose no one would pay much attention," he answered.
"Ten bucks says I know who he's looking for," Dean answered.
Fitzgerald answered but Dean intervened, grabbing the old man's arm.
"Your home is fine," Fitzgerald answered, sounding irritated as he moved to follow them.
Dean telephoned Cynthia's mother's number and his wife answered on the first ring.
"I'll see what I can do," Dean answered.
"In the parlor," he answered.
He answered his own question.
"Cynthia didn't do it," Dean answered, trying to make his statement sound forceful, but unsure of whom he was trying to convince.
"I thought about that too," Fred answered.
Weller prodded him further to the shadows beyond before he answered.
"Thanks anyway, whatever the reason," Dean answered.
Dean answered him with a cold stare.
"I don't want to talk to them," she answered, the nervousness apparent in her voice.
He answered it, muttered a few words, and hung up.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Dean answered.
"No," she answered with a sigh.
"Out ice climbing," he answered.
"Donnie just watches the climbers," Fred answered.
"I always like a wears-it-on-her-sleeve type gal a whole lot better than the sneaky-Pete kind," Fred answered.
"Right," answered Fird of Kornor.
"You have every right to be," Dean answered.
"You'll never run out of dopes and ninnies," Dean answered.
"Donnie's ma," she answered without hesitation.
"Could be," Dean answered.
"Down here to have a couple of beers," he answered.
"I have my dress here," she answered meekly.
It rang a second time before Dean released Edith's pinned arms and answered it.
Then she answered her own question.
"It's all right," he answered, his nerves tingling.
"I don't know," Cynthia answered.
He answered by instinct, yet, in spite of not thinking of his answer, had he been given more time to consider, it would have remained the same.
"Yes," he answered honestly.
"Get out of here," was all Dean answered.
Fred looked up from his notes and answered Dean's unasked question.
"No doubt about it," Weller answered.
"Yes," Dean answered, with some reluctance.
"Where?" he answered anxiously.
"Hurry," Cynthia answered and hung up.
"That's what the police believe," Dean answered, surprising himself with so qualified an answer.
"You could have slept with her," Cynthia answered, brushing back a hair and looking down.
"She had the white dress with her," he answered, embarrassed.
"She already said yes," Janet answered, gesturing toward Cynthia as if to say, the boss has spoken, mind your own business.
Ain't you going to ask how I answered?
"I'd be the happiest guy in the world," he answered.
"I don't know," Dean answered, a tad on the surly side.
"That's easy," she answered.
"No, he's not here now," answered a pleasant voice.
"Prove it," Shipton answered coldly.
"We never considered Shipton might not have left town until after Edith died," Dean answered.
"Think about the missing pen," he answered.
"If you do any more ice climbing we can put that to the test," she answered.
"Donald Ryland said so," Fred answered.
"I'll leave Donnie's problems for the guys in white coats to sort it out," Dean answered.
"I guess you could say that," Dean answered.
"It's a macho thing," he answered "Men!"
"Wrong reason," she answered.
"In need of a new suit, sir," answered Jackson.
When Sarah asked why, he answered, "I don't know, I guess I'm running out of things to say."
She answered quickly, and gasped upon seeing the orchid.
He answered, "Need a distraction?"
He bounded up the stairs to his room as he answered.
She answered with a warm, full kiss.
Jackson answered, "Where are you?"
He answered with a grin that allowed her to see his fangs.
The doorbell demanded his attention and he answered the door to find a tall young man standing in the hallway.
"I'm not looking for a man," Carmen answered sullenly as she examined the first doe for signs of impending birth.
"Nothing," she answered too quickly, her face growing warm.
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