“I don’t want to make a fool of myself, Mother.” Violet groaned. “You won’t. Trust me. Men are . . .” Daphne seized upon the half-finished thought. “Men are what? What, Mother? What were you going to say?” By now Violet’s entire face had turned bright red, and her neck and ears had progressed well into the pinks. “Men are easily pleased,” she mumbled. “He won’t be disappointed.”
