surprised. Henry, too, was a very poor stick of a man. Oh, yes, a very poor stick indeed.â She was always forgetting the tiresome fact of their having been relatedâHenry and Marsha and Dan. âThank you for telling me all that. You didnât have to. But Iâm very glad you did. You look a little peaky, dear; you really ought to go to bed. But⦠Just imagine his bringing in an alarm clock to speed the parting guest! What a lot you must have had to put up with! I never knew he had it in him! Yet I always liked that quiet dry sense of humour of his; that sharp ironic wit. It goes with such panacheâI recognized it then. And he was certainly very handsome. You can forgive a man a lot, I always find, if heâs young and handsome and can make you laugh.â
âWell, Iâm not so sure,â responded Marsha.
âWhat was that, dear? No, naturally youâre not! Why should you be? Handsome is as handsome doesâ thatâs what I say. Butâ¦â She fiddled impatiently with her hearing aid. âYou yourself always had the looks of the family, didnât you, dear? I mean the Stormonts. Henry was all rightâ facially âbut one has to admit that Dan didnât come out of it too well. He looked just like a thin, gangly monkey when he was younger, with sleeked-down gingery hair, and he looks just like a slower, puffier version now, with hardly any hair at all to speak of, gingery or otherwise! Not that that matters, of course. He has a nice lazy easy-going sort of face to match his personality. Not much get-up-and-go, howeverâoh, well, you canât have everythingânone of you ever showed much of that! Of course, it usually works out in this life that itâs the brothers who get all the beauty and the sisters who are left to look like monkeys. So you, dear, did very well for yourself. I meanâin that respect. But⦠Why did your mother never encourage you to develop more resources? Iâve often wondered.â
âI suppose in those days people just didnât consider it important for women to be educated.â
âWell, I donât know, dear. I managed to scrape together an education of some kind. Of course, that wasnât quite in those days, I grant you. Your mother herself was reasonably well-educated. In a way. According to her lights. I must say it seems very strange. And it wasnât only you! To have let Dan go into hairnets and Henry into Selfridgeâs⦠Didnât your father ever have a say in it?â
âYouâre forgetting, Daisy. When Father died Henry would only have beenâwhat?âthirteen.â
âYes, but Danâ¦heâd have been older. And he never went to university. So your father could still have had a say in it, couldnât he? Those hairnets.â
Marsha merely shrugged. âI really canât remember.â
Anyway, thought Daisy, Marshaâs father must have been a distinctly poor sort of a fish: you only had to look at the woman heâd chosen to marry! Heâd clearly had the words There, there! inscribed all over him in indelible inkâluminous, too. And even the fact that he had finally marched off to war to make the supreme sacrificeâ¦this couldnât always be seen as enough of a gesture to exonerate him completely.
And besides which, she already knew the answer to the main part of her question. The reason Marsha hadnât been encouraged to develop more resources was simply this: Florence had wanted to keep her daughter thoroughly subservient. That was mainly why she had organized the divorce: to have an unpaid companion to dance grateful and admiring attendance in her final years. And how wonderfully she had succeeded!
âI wonder what sheâs doing now.â
âWho?â
âYour mother.â
Marsha stared at her. âBut, Daisy, my mother is dead.â
Daisy stared back at her a moment; suddenly appeared to give herself a
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