dove in for the kill. 

“I will be accompanying Miss Polly Grant to an exclusive dressmakers shop in Leeds this afternoon for several hours.  We will be taking her father’s motor car.” 

“In a pig’s ass,” her mother told her, thinking her daughter’s outburst to surely be some sort of jest. 

“I am serious, mother, and this is very important to Polly!” 

“Well…what might be the occasion?” Elizabeth asked, both surprised by her daughter’s earnestness to help a friend and curious as to the bothersome details. 

“Polly is having a formal made for a cousin’s wedding,” Julianna recited from the selection of lies she h...

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