"What's this job offer? Have you decided?"
"No."
"Well? Is it so awful?"
"No."
"And you said you were broke."
"Flat. Flatter than flat, now, and I think the owner has had an offer. If she decides to sell I'll be out, and I think she will because she won't look at me when she stops by to make sure I haven't stolen anything or sold off the pump house."
"Oh, Alma, I doubt that."
"You doubt it. I see her. I think she'll sell and the new owner will build on it."
"So you'll have to move."