There's no argument about it, a girl has to look out for herself. The minute the family begin mixing in there's trouble.
The day after I came out mother and I had a real heart-to-heart talk. I'd been away for years at school, and in the summers we hadn't seen much of each other. She played golf all day and I had my tennis and my horse. And in the evenings there were always kid dances. So we really got acquainted that day.
She rustled into my room and gazed at what was left of my ball gown, spread out on the bed.
"It really went rather well last night," she said.
"Yes, mother," I replied.
"I've sent the best of the flowers to the hospital."
"Yes, mother."
"You had more flowers than Bessie Willing."
I shrugged my shoulders, and for some reason or other that irritated her.
"For heaven's sake, Kit," she said sharply, "I wish you'd show a little appreciation. Your father has spent a fortune on you, one way and another. The supper alone last night——But that's not what I came to talk about."