P: Mr. Neff, why don’t you drop by tomorrow evening about eight-thirty. He’ll be in then.
P: My husband. You were anxious to talk to him, weren’t you?
N: Sure, only I’m getting over it a little. If you know what I mean.
P: There’s a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
N: How fast was I going, officer?
P: I’d say about ninety.
N: Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.
P: Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.
N: Suppose it doesn’t take.
P: Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.
N: Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.
P: Suppose you try putting it on my husband’s shoulder.
N: That tears it. Eight-thirty tomorrow evening then, Mrs. Deitrichson.
P: That’s what I suggested.
N: Will you be here, too?
P: I guess so. I usually am.
N: Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?
P: I wonder if I know what you mean.
N: I wonder if you wonder.