Catherine

“Please?” Olivia whined, “Tell me about him!” She flounced, folding her arms to exaggerate her pout.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Olivia, try to control yourself.” Mother delicately dabbed her large flushed face. A bead of sweat glided down her double chin. A negro girl stood beside her stirring the shimmering air with a large wicker fan.
“He was horribly dull. Why do you want to hear about him anyway?” Catherine said, trying to look bored, but her little sister saw the twitch at the corner of her mouth.
The rose stood in a crystal vase beside her, bowing in the heat.

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~ by ifindthisamusing on July 12, 2008.

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