Mason watched the little girl turn, obviously puzzled, and stare at him.

Mason stared with narrowed eyes at a new green Pontiac sedan.

Mason stared straight into the middle of the cloud, so very like the clouds she had seen and wondered about as a child.

Mason stared at her, and said, "That's the way he handles you."

Mason stared at them both, his thoughtful face apparently absolutely placid.

Mason suddenly turned, planted his feet wide apart, and stared at her.

Mason stared at the screen for a few seconds longer, and then nodded.

Mason stared across the table at her and said, "Twelve."

Mason stared steadily at her and she avoided his eyes.

Mason stared at the ribbon of light which showed along the side of the door.