"Sure."
She went on her way again and he stood there watching her go; then he turned abruptly and walked slowly back to the store.
It was not so long after that when he met her for the second time.
She was on her knees in the yard in front of her father's house mending the tar-covered fishing nets with quick deft fingers. He stopped at the gate. Feeling the intensity of his blue green eyes upon her, she looked up and saw him.
She got to her feet.
"It's a nice morning."
She spoke to him first.
"Yes"; he said.
"You live up there?" She pointed a bare browned arm up toward the sun bleached chalk cliffs. "By yourself?"
"Yes."