"... you couldn't be."
"Well, I am."
He frowned, "... lady, after what I just seen you do, I'll believe it if you say so. You just tell me, I'll believe it."
"I've got to get into San Francisco. I'll have to leave you. You can catch a ride or something."
He scrambled out of the car.
Impulsively Julia reached in her handbag for a bill. She found one. "Here," she said, thrusting it on him, "this is for your milk."
The farmer took it automatically. He put it in his wallet and put the wallet back in his overalls without bothering to watch what he was doing. He was watching her.
If they're all as easy to convert as he is ... she thought.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"What?" she said.