My sister, Dorothy, tried to convince me otherwise. As soon as she caught wind that I might have a beau, she made it her duty to find out what she could about him.
I didn’t understand my she would take such a perverted interest in finding the lowdown on Horace. Why couldn’ t she just be happy for me? I suppose I’d never stopped to consider what my deviating from our plan to enter spinsterhood together might mean for her.