Joe
I ain’t. Only by descent. I was born in Frisco.
Amy
Oh, in Frisco? I see. . . . I’m Swiss by descent myself. My father was born in Switzerland and my grandfather, on my mother’s side, he was born there, too. I don’t know what that makes me—Swiss cheese, I guess. . . . [She laughs. Joe does not. This crushes her and there is another awkward gap.] Our old house in the Santa Clara was bigger than this one, but it wasn’t near so pretty. I must say you keep this house nice and clean for having no woman around. Our house got awful dirty toward the end. You see, my mother got to drinking, too. Hard stuff, you know. I got nothing against beer or vino, but the hard stuff don’t do nobody any good. . . . That how you stand on prohibition?
Joe
Sure, I guess so.
Amy
I’m glad to hear that. I sure am. I don’t want no more experience with the hard stuff. . . . That certainly is some view. Got the Santa Clara beat a mile. The Santa Clara’s so flat. You couldn’t get no view at all unless you climbed up on that windmill
