"Time? Time? A damn waste of time." Patawanyme was ablaze with rage. "That might be the only idea of time we share. I waste my time on you!"
   "Look, Patawanyme, I understand, you people might have this circular idea of time, but--"
  "My people? My people? Oh, right. How! Barry Munz, How. My Indian people, we have primitive ways. Am I Indian enough now, Barry?"
  "Woh, hold on," protested Barry.
  "I wasted it. And how much will I get? Wasted it on you. And now I am the Indian Princess to you. I can see it." Her eyes and brows, black birds.