“It’s gonna fall.”

“It’s not gonna fall.”

“What do you mean it’s not gonna fall?”

“I mean it’s not gonna fall.”

“A good gust comes and that thing’s gonna be rockin’ and then it’s gonna drop.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

“I’m talkin’ about that up there. I’ve seen it happen before.”

“You never.”

“I did.”

“You’s a liar.”

“No sir. I swear to Jesus. Remember Art Tucker?”

“No.”

“Well it happened to him. Hanging on the edge just like that. Storm came. Took it right down.”

“What happened to him?”

“Well he wasn’t home. Came home later in his pickup and saw what had happened.”

“You win some, you lose some in this neighborhood.”

“I suppose.”

“Mhmm.”

“How do you reckon it got like that?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I heard that ain’t so much sacred land.”

“Sacred land?”

“You heard me.”

“So what? Like evil and such? Spirits rising and moving did that?”

“I said I don’t know for sure.”

“I just don’t think it’s safe.”

“What?”

“The foundation. There isn’t one. It’s not safe. They shouldn’t keep building houses there.”

“Well, they runnin’ out of places to build them.”

“I know. That don’t make it right though. Look at that. That’s comin’ down.”

“It ain’t comin’ down.”

“We’re safe though, right?”

“I’d say so.”

“Why’d you say so?”

“Because I got to.”