“He tried to grab you?” Marjorie squealed, lowering her mask to show the entirety of her astonished face.
Careful, Violet warned herself, remembering how Marjorie would create interpretations not implicit in the evidence if the story weren’t interesting enough. “He tried,” Violet said, frowning ostentatiously and making sure Esther and Julia were looking. “I told him I wasn’t interested in married men about two seconds before he passed out drunk on the floor.”
“You should get married,” Marjorie said. “The gropy drunks will still be there, but you’d be well within your rights to push them away.”
“I already am,” Violet pointed out, “and as yet, I haven’t found a single man who’s worth the trouble. All they want is an ornament to decorate their arm… or a tighter connection with my father.
