I had not the first idea what the boy was talking about.

No one knows why, and the boy is not talking.

Sometimes, though, the boy would now talk of the past.

The boy was talking of the dream he'd had last night.

He'd call the parents tomorrow, see if the boy was talking.

The boys talked about it for a while, then Tom went back to work.

That was the only thing the boys talked about any more.

After Jack had left in the police car, the boys talked over what their next move should be.

The boys, 7 and 5 years old, talked of the trip for weeks.

In the back a boy and girl were talking very softly to one another.