“Perhaps you were too nice, dearie.” “But I wasn’t,” said Rose. “I was charming but I was—oh, capricious, contradictory. Isn’t that what men like?” “You just be natural, girlie,” said Miss Blossom. Then I went on in my own voice: “How much did you really like them, Rose?” “I don’t know—but I know I don’t like them now. Oh, I don’t want to talk about it.”
