“Because,” Daphne says, giving a happy little sigh and taking a long sip of her wine, “you’re right – the boys here would throw themselves at my feet just because I’m the only girl here – at least, the only admitted girl here.”
I raise my glass in toast to her, conceding the point.
“But,” she continues with a shrug, “I’m not going to throw myself at the first boy I find myself attracted to – fall in love, get wrapped up in a marriage I haven’t really considered, find myself ten years from now tied to a life that I didn’t want. I want to be more careful than that.”
I nod, understanding. “So, you want to choose your boys carefully. Clever work, Daphne.”
She grins at me, accepting the compliment. “Seems a waste sometimes, though. All these boys for the pickings and I just…leave them on th
