human
The little loft room is yours, Joyce, for as long as you want it, Isa was saying, through the sobering silence.
gpt
I ain't going to side with Jared Birkdale when a woman's sense of right has been roused. Jared's wits are the keenest and the cruelest round here, and the poison in his tongue is the deadliest; I guess _I_ know. Are you coming in, child? The bed's made, but you best carry a pitcher of fresh water up with you.
human
I'll be there in a minute, Isa, and the cracked pitcher's by the well, isn't it?
gpt
Yes, Isa replied;