She replied, "It does, but eventually they become second nature. Then you find that while skating you can converse nonchalantly with your partner, just as you do in ballroom dancing."
How right she was! Along about the middle of my swing dance test I did a backward roll when I should have taken a series of shorter strokes, and instantly I remarked to my partner, clearly and audibly, "Honey chile, I goofed."
"Ever-lovin'," she replied in equally pair-shaped tones, "you certainly did." This proves that it is not only possible to talk while dancing on ice but also to talk sense. They failed me on the test.
But, future tests or no future tests, I hope to be out there trying to skate to music until they order me off as a public menace. The ice is smooth, the music lilting, and if I get through a dance, and my partner tells me it's the best I've ever skated with her, I'm on cloud seven for the rest of the day. Who knows? There might even come the time when Vera stops threatening to belt me.