Vignette would have been content to spend the whole time watching the people making their way in and out of the theatre, but once their row of seats was otherwise empty, Miss Freshell leaned close to her. She spoke in a soft and very private voice. Vignette could smell the powder on her skin. “I don’t know about you, but I think that I’ve seen a change in Randall since you agreed to work with us at the Ladies’ Hospitality League. I think he’s relieved.” Vignette’s head whipped around toward her. “Relieved over what? That I’m getting stuck with a bunch of wax mannequins posing as nice married ladies? Or is he just relieved that you’ll leave him alone about it now?” “No need to bite my head off. I am simply convinced that this is the best thing for the family.” “The family?” Vignette glared at her for a moment, rejecting a whole list of responses, and finally settled for saying, “Why?” “I told you, I like for Randall to be happy.” “Yes of course,”
