"After that?"
"In a week or so I shall be back where I started."
"Then?"
She laughed nervously.
"I can't think much ahead of that. Perhaps I shall raise chickens."
"Year after year?"
"Maybe."
"If you lived to be seventy you'd have a lot of chickens by then, would n't you?"
"I—I don't know."
It did sound ridiculous, the way he put it.