I thought about it for a moment. Would I be willing to go on a date with one of the farmhands around here? I tried to picture myself eating a banana split with one of them at the Creamery. I shook my head. They were all so quiet, and I couldn't live like that. I already lived with deafening silence for years, I didn't want to live quietly with another person. If I was going to live with a man, I wanted him to be a yapper. Maybe even more of a yapper than me. That way, I'd never get bored.
