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Margot

I didn’t throw the pie

And really, I think that’s what everyone should be focused on: the supreal nature hich I glanced at the ainning Cheery Cherry Delight and decided against it (Just so you know, that was only because of the shirt he wore Furious as I was, even I could not bring myself to desecrate a snohite, crisply starched Brooks Brothers button-down I’m not a monster)

Not that hurling a tray full of scones—one at a time, with admittedly poor aim—at your ex-boyfriend is behavior to be commended I completely understand that And anyone who knows ot Thurber Lewiston, pride race under pressure Keep calm and carry the fuck on My composure rarely slips, and it certainly doesn’t slip in a roon

Honestly, I’ve never thrown food in , which is probably why I had a bit of trouble hitting the target (I have apologized profusely to Mrs Bilted linen Also the Belleek vase), and I certainly don’t throw things indoors

Because I was raised with manners Good old-fashioned, old-money manners We believe in modesty, courtesy, and—above all—discretion

No matter what, we do not Cause a Scene

According to aret Whitney Thurber Lewiston (known to all as Muffy), nothing says poor taste—or worse, newa Scene

She tellsabout for years to come

This is probably true

I can explain

It was a text no one wants froht Or any night, really

Tripp: I need to see you I’m outside