“How dare you insult me like that. I’m not old,” I said, laughing.
“It’s not an insult. It’s mere fact. You’re older than you believe. You suffer from a misconception. You’re not twenty-two, as I’ve already said. You are thinking with nothing more than your jewels. I know you well enough to say this. You love your young men. You always have. But there is a time to stop. Perhaps today is that time. Let the pool boy go. Don’t worry if he doesn’t come back. Let him be free of your selfish ways, your seduction.”
“Shame on you, Rose. Ladies don’t talk like that. Besides, I have no intentions of seducing Tacoma.”
“You are a kind liar, my friend. It’s why I adore you.”
“I won’t be hanging my head in shame.”