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“I’oes well toh”

Alances around to make sure the pickle-up-the-ass trust-fund boys ina talk

“Sorry” I only sort of mean it I don’t want to embarrass my friend, but it’s only since aman came into her life that she’s adopted this soina jokes used to be our thing At least in college they were

She flutters a hand around in the air, the one with the rock, and s’s mother will end up with a case of the vapors if she hears anyone say anything pertaining to who-has”

That irl parts as “who-ha” is ehbrow, approved ones until now

“A for you everywhere I need you for photographs”

A “Oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize they were scheduled now”

She looks as if she’s probably soeries keep her skin baby-bottom smooth, at least the skin on her face Her neck tells another story I take in the rest of her She’s wearing a black dress that says funeral ement party and around her neck is some kind of aniive her pet a pat, but her recoil hasher

“Ha!” she barks out a laugh “Aren’t you a funny one” Her tone seems to imply she doesn’t find me funny in the least

“That’s a stole,” I say stupidly “Is that a fox?”

She strokes the dead ani back in distaste “It’s a mink”

At least it’s not a baby seal Who in the world wears fur stoles in this century unless they’ve been abandoned in the wilderness and need it for survival? And it’s May “Let’s hope PETA isn’t waiting outside with a bucket of paint, huh?”

She blinks at me

“Gwendolyn, this is my best friend and ’s mother”

Shit I’ve just insulted ood start

Gwendolyn holds out a hand as if she’s expecting me to kiss it I shake it instead “Oh, yes Amalie’s told ht?” She tilts her head and arches a brow, or at least I think that’s what she’s doing It’s hard to tell since very little of her face seems to move

“Uh, yes” I hate this part The way people look at me differently the moment they knohobecause I’eneration trust fund, but in this circle, that’s considered new