.
He glimpsed at his watch
and said "How long is there, left?"
"Almost there, over the hill", said the real
state agent.
She said almost loudly in the back seat "It seems
we are going to a picnic".
The man turned in her direction and looked at her. She
grinned. The agent pointed out unfinished tenants, and
said "Last year, it was all fields and
hills".
She said: "It will be a town, sooner or
later".
The man whispered "hmm!".
They pulled into a long path. The man turned up the
windshield; "It is lonely".
She said "It's nice and has a good view".
The man turned and looked at her. She gazed through
the windshields. The car circled the hill,
"Almost there! Here it is", she said.
The man didn't look up. He said, "I think, it is
beautiful to move on and off every day".
The agent said, "There are shuttle
services".
"You go in the morn and come at night".
She said, "What am I supposed to do?"
The agent look in rear mirror, "Still, no
children".
The woman looked the line of pines.
They stopped in a driveway of tenants. They got out.
The agent went to keep out the keys. She sat on the
steps. She looked at the flowerless geranium in the
flowerpots.
The man said, "It is all your fault".
She said, "What's wrong with me? How should I
know it would be destroyed for the sake of the city
projects?"
The agent came back with the keys. "The lift is
not in order, yet. We will go some flights of
steps".
The man said, "hmm!"
On the flight of steps, the woman said, "It seems
tidy"; she was ahead of them.
The door flung open. She said, "I think, it is
wonderful".
The agent said, "It is sun ward. Take a good look
at the window panes. At clear nights, the moon lit,
the room is like the day time!"
He looked at the woman. The sun was shining on large
window panes.
"Concrete armed", said the agent, beating
the wall with a fist. The man clenched his fist, but
he didn't move. "It's already late. Let's return.
I must be at my job."
The woman asked, "May I take a look at bathroom
and kitchen?" She followed the agent.
The man stood at the windows gazing to the porch
across the street. Geraniums were on the railing. A
girl with washed cloths basket came on the porch. He
lit a cigarette. The girl picked a red dress and
flattered it to drain. The man smoked.
There came the voice of the man, "it's pretty
nice".
The man said, "Really".
The agent said, "Colorful".
The girl smoothed the wrinkles of the dress pinned it
down. She took basket and went in
The woman patted him on the shoulder, "Good
looking view".
The man said, "Look at the Geranium".
She reflected in silence. The agent said, "We can
go, if you wish".
The man said nothing.
She said, "Let's go".
She was on the doorway, ahead of the agent. The man
was looking at the opposite balcony.
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