The DisparityJosie arrived to our meeting by taxi, accompanied by her old Miss Susan, who carried a large bolt of white cloth. The cloth was of a good quality, and as Josie said, probably cost her a great deal. But cloth suitable for a fine wedding ... in the upper slums. Not for a marriage to the Hart Heir, let alone an Inventor!
I didn’t know what to do. I thought of asking Josie to let me provide her some finer material, but restrained myself. She had her grandfather’s wishes to consider. And she might feel shamed at the thought that all her work and expense might be for nothing. That was the last thing I wanted for her.
So we spent the day cutting the material into various shapes, chatting about nothing. As Tony demanded, I’d taken Amelia with me, and despite his fears, Josie’s broth
