Framing the Dialogue

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Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery

“So you’re moving to Mount Polbearne?” she said, trying to keep her voice light and pleasant. Malcolm rolled his eyes. “Well, I’ll be in and out, yeah. Till I get things shipshape, know what I mean? No more slacking, huh?  But I’m pretty busy. And I don’t want to get buried alive in this hole.” This seemed an awkward thing to say at his aunt’s funeral, but Polly didn’t mention it. “So are you leaving a job to come, or . . .” Malcolm looked bullish. “Uh, no, I’m kind of between things right now. I’m like a consultant? On lots of different stuff?”  “Okay,” said Polly. But she didn’t feel like it was okay at all.”