“No, I don’t.”
“Do you s’pose she thinks he’s really sick?”
“Mebbe.”
“Ain’t you goin’ to sit down, Joshua?”
“I don’t see nothin’ to make me sit down here for.”
“What do you think of her going?” she said, as he walked toward the door.
“I think she’ll have a good time.”
“At her age?”
“Havin’ a good time ain’t a matter o’ age,” said Joshua. “It’s a matter o’ bein’ willin’ to have a good time.”
Lucinda screwed her face up mightily.