"But you didn't challenge me. Is that the term?"

"Yeah. No, I didn't. Well, for one thing, I don't think it's right to challenge a juror just because he's— -- she's intelligent and well educated. I mean, I'm sure you noticed there was nobody else from Riverdale on your jury. There wasn't even anybody else from Riverdale on your panel during the voir dire. Everybody is always moaning over the fact that we don't get more educated jurors in the Bronx, and then when we get one— -- well, it's almost like wasting a resource or something to challenge one just because you think she might be sensitive. Besides ..." Did he dare try it? He dared. "... I just ... to be honest about it ... I just wanted you on that jury."

He looked as deeply into those big mauve-rainbow eyes as he could and put as honest and open a look on his face as he knew how and lifted his chin, so she could see the fullness of his stemocleidomastoids.

She lowered her eyes and blushed clear through autumn in the Berkshires again. Then she raised her eyes and looked deeply into his.

"I did sort of notice you looking at me a lot."