“You get used to it,” she offered weakly, and I wrinkled my nose. “I’d rather not, to be honest. What’s next?” Unsurprisingly the rest of the day consisted of much of the same. Typical rich people sports, with an over-the-top excessive twist to them. Polo? Not on horses, don’t be ridiculous. No, the players for that burst out of the stables riding emus.
