Where were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said."What about it?""Well, it's...

Where were we?" she said. "Getting credit," I said.
"What about it?"
"Well, it's nice to get credit."
The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a hundred years ago. She turned her wide eyes on me. "Is it?" she said.