She looked offended.
“Conrad.”
“Thirty-five?”
“Really?”
“Twenty-nine.”
She threw a bread roll at me.
I dodged. Barely.
“Do I look twenty-nine?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
The annoyance disappeared instantly. She looked pleased. “I’ll take that.”
I leaned forward. “Give me a clue.”
She thought. “I was born before electricity.”
My fork froze halfway to my mouth. “What?”
She smiled.
I stared. “You were not.”
“I was.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
My brain began rapidly performing math it did not want to perform. “Winnie.”
She smiled wider. “Guess.”
“Oh my god.” I pointed at her. “One hundred.”
She laughed. “Higher.”
“One-twenty?”
“Higher.”
My stomach dropped. “One-fifty?”
“Higher.”
I sat there staring. My eyes widened. “No.”
Winnie grinned. “Two hundred and five.”
I inhaled, sending food down the wrong pipe, and started choking.
Winnie burst into laughter. She bent over in her chair, and tears gathered in her eyes. The more I coughed, the harder she laughed. “Oh my god.”
