Chapter 2
Good Girls Also Have Fun
I had never talked back to the dowager before. I don’t know what came over me. Was it the sun beating down on my head for hours? Hunger and light-headedness? Simmering lust that was extinguished by her sudden arrival? Whatever it was, I have to admit that I enjoyed it. There was an unexpected thrill in taking a position opposite to her and standing my ground as it were.
She would not have me in the dining room with my soiled clothing and so we compromised. I ate an apple in the bath—feeling very much as Jane of the Jungle—while Martha restored me to pristine condition. My rebellion was as unexpected to her as it was to myself and as she towed me back to the house she told me that if I wasn’t again the proper lady my husband had married, then she would
