"No," we said, "not any more." |
Whiteflies |
"Yes, I know," he said. "Are you in the industry?" He must have asked us that three or four times. He then entertained us with a quite lengthy discussion of what variety the flies prefer, how many poinsettias the club had begun with-- did you know he watered each one by hand every day?-- his Herculean efforts to control the fly population-- the red varieties look okay, don't you think?-- and so forth.
"Are you in the industry?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Your boots, the way you were both looking at the plants. I knew you were in the industry."
"Not any more," but she knows enough to know she doesn't want a whitefly infested poinsettia in her room.
"I am but a lowly vegetable farmer," who knows enough to know I have plenty of whiteflies on the Farm, I doesn't need any in my house.
The whole exchange did get Miss M. and I a look at the tomatoes and of the real greenhouse.
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