I don’t know.
Edith Lewis.
But you must know.
Grace.
Does it matter?
Edith Lewis.
I don’t want to clash with you.
Grace.
[Clenching her hands to prevent herself from screaming.] I won’t put on anything that’ll interfere with your grey.
Edith Lewis.
I don’t know.
Edith Lewis.
But you must know.
Grace.
Does it matter?
Edith Lewis.
I don’t want to clash with you.
Grace.
[Clenching her hands to prevent herself from screaming.] I won’t put on anything that’ll interfere with your grey.
Edith Lewis.