You’re each other’s first loves.” “Aye, well.” Her father shrugged contentedly. “What do you expect? No other bugger’d have us.” “That’s not true.” Peggy wasn’t sure if she spoke from loyalty or challenge. “You’re rich as sin—” “And common as muck,” added Mr. Delancey. “And Mam’s . . . well, all right,” Peggy conceded. “Mam’s peculiar.”
