“And not a moment too soon.” Drusilla snorts and gives Louella’s gingham dress an appraising look. “Honestly, where do you people find these things?” “My ma made it,” says Louella evenly. “Where did you find yours?” Louella’s holding her own, but Maysilee lands the insult. “I was wondering the same. It’s like someone mated a Peacekeeper and a canary and . . . there you are.” “What?” says Drusilla. She rises from her chair but wobbles a bit before she finds her balance on her spiked heels. “Careful,” says Maysilee. She drips sugar as she goes for the jugular. “Might be time to rethink those
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