And her eyes no longer looked bloodshot. Eulalie figured that if she acted cheerful and happy—which she was, really—no one would notice the remnants of her crying jag. She smiled at her escorts. “It’s very nice of you to walk me to the stage stop.” “We’re both looking forward to meeting your sister, Miss Eulalie,” Junius said, grinning from ear to ear. “Is she as purty as you?” She used to be. “Patsy is a lovely person,” Eulalie said. “She had … um … an accident a few months ago that has left scars.” “I’m right sorry to hear that,” said Junius. “That’s a right shame.” “Yes. It is a shame. I believe she’s rather sensitive about the scarring.” “Too bad,” said Nick, who until that time hadn’t said a word. Eulalie glanced up at him and was slightly alarmed to see him scowling, as if he were in a vicious mood. After what they’d done together last night, Eulalie would have thought he’d still be feeling euphoric.
