"I'm trying," she answered. "So I need to avoid boring conversation. Tell me what happened to your leg."

Menachem was about to reply when she asked about his leg. He straightened his pose. "It got badly broken in a nasty fall."

Ruth leaned in a little. "What happened?" she insisted.

A sigh escaped him and he turned from her more, to focus outside. "I don't know what you're thinking. It's as I said, I fell, I was trapped for days. A wonderful but troubled woman saved me. It took a little time before I could even stand on it, but I'm making a fast recovery." And with a little more money, he wouldn't have to be using his brother's generosity in letting him stay and help out a little at their farm.

"I wasn't thinkin' owt," she replied. "A wonderful but troubled woman," she laughed. "How dramatic."

The man folded his arms. "You seem like the type who live for the dramatic."

"Do I?" She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Not at all. Its the people around me who love drama."

This was his cue to look at her with a grin. "And you just happen to provide it?"

Ruth smiled sweetly. "Only to those who ask for it, Menachem."

Menachem laughed, "who would?"