Not a bad question, and one they'd kicked around for an hour.

Well, when you thought about it, that wasn't a bad question.

It was a bad question, but I kept seeing my cheeks in that picture.

He was simply building himself up, finding the strength to ask the worst question of all.

And what is the worst question you've been asked?

And I've often wondered, well, is it a bad secret question?

One thing, I wouldn't have time to ask myself these bad questions.

At these prices it is not a bad question.

The silence told me I was still asking bad questions.

Not a bad question, Charleston thought, but he'd long since considered that one.