“Perhaps,” stated Johnson a bit too loudly for the coffee cafe they were seated in, “Perhaps, you just need to think a little better. I mean, 42? Really not the answer to everything.”
Keldon didn’t stutter, shake, or even nod; he merely put his coffee on the table, the steam swirling in to the cooled air.
“Are you so sure?”
“Of course, I am. For instance, it is not the answer to the question, “How many pizza slices will I need for dinner?”
“That depends,’ Keldon spoke as he, once again, picked his cup and lifted it for a sip.
“How can it, possibly, depend?”
Keldon looked around at the audience, many of whom were intent on hearing his answer.
“If you are going to buy slices for everyone here right now, 42 would be just about right.”
“That’s ridiculous! That wasn’t the question.” People around nodding their heads.
“Or, perhaps, it is and you just aren’t asking the right question.”
With that, Keldon motioned the waitress over for a large order.
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