Shirley and Betty were in the habit of travelling to the Foxhole and the Pixie together. They did most things together—they were “Irish twins,” born in the same year, and although very different were also very alike, both possessing a preference for style over substance. (“Substance,” Shirley said, “led to the battlefield, style rarely so.” “Perhaps a killing look,” Betty said, pleased with herself. They considered themselves to be wits.)
