As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. She cocked her head. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. Even as a child she observed how men were haunted 18 by the presence of her mother. I must provide for my safety.
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