FRANK
: I didn’t see any man. Nope. You called me all the way up here to the house—
EMMA
: He was just here. He must’ve gone right past you.
FRANK
: What’d he want?
EMMA
: He just showed up outa the blue. Just walked right in. I thought maybe you had an appointment with him or something.
FRANK
: An appointment?
EMMA
: Yeah.
FRANK
: An appointment.
EMMA
: That’s what I said!
FRANK
: When was the last time you can remember me having an appointment?
(FRANK moves to couch, sits, and removes his boots, then tosses them out on mud porch. He wriggles his toes inside his socks to warm them up.)
I could be down there graining my heifers.
EMMA
: Well, what do you suppose he wanted?
FRANK
: I didn’t see any man.
EMMA
: He knew my name.
FRANK
: Well, what’d he say?
EMMA
: Wanted to know how many rooms there were in the house.
FRANK
: This house?
EMMA
: Yes. This house—our house.
FRANK
: Well, what’d you tell him?
EMMA
: Five, I said. Then he corrected me.
FRANK
: He corrected you?
EMMA
: Yeah. He said there was six—including the basement.
FRANK
: Well, that’s true enough, I guess. If you call the basement a room.
EMMA
: Now you’re taking his side.
FRANK
: I don’t even know this guy.
(FRANK gets up and crosses to stove in his stocking feet, moves the bacon around with fork.)