“But what do you always want to be kissing and embracing for?” he said. “Surely there’s a time for everything.”
She looked up at him, and the hate came into her eyes.
“DO I always want to be kissing you?” she said.
“Always, even if I come to ask you about the work. I don’t want anything to do with love when I’m at work. Work’s work — ”
“And what is love?” she asked. “Has it to have special hours?”
