“Oh, I went in.”
“She called you?”
“No.”
“You didn’t go in without being made to?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Gracious! How could you, Bella?”
“I thought I’d better. I went in and asked her pardon.”
“What did she say?”
“She just”—the outrageous Bella made the obnoxious clicking in her nose. “Do you know she’s only got two dresses?”