Several minutes went by in silence before Grace asked another question.

A month after they first held hands, Grace asked him to marry her.

Grace once asked to go along with him, but he turned her down without a second thought.

But Grace has asked me not to kill anyone today.

Grace asked him, running her finger along the rim of the glass.

Grace asked in a question that was really a statement.

Grace asked as she handed him her credit card through the window.

At breakfast, in the morning, Grace didn't ask where her mother was.

Grace asked again, setting down another stack of film she held in her shaking hands.

Grace asked slowly, as though she were talking to a child who couldn't comprehend.