I told them he'd be able to get you to go out. " Rianne folded her winnings and tucked the bills into her blazer pocket. "Look at him. " "He's right here, Ri," Carla murmured, shooting Keenan an apologetic look. "We've tried to teach her manners, but. . . " She shrugged. "It's like housebreaking a dog. If we'd had her when she was a puppy, maybe. " Rianne smacked her on the arm, but she was grinning. "Woof, woof.
Our culture is teleological-it presumes purposive development and a conclusion.