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Chapter 17
"Whyisit,Justine,thatyoudidn’tintroducemetoanyofyourfriends?Ididn’tseeasignofanyoneatBothwellGardensexceptMrs.Devine,"MeggiesaidastheysatinGermaineRocher’ssalonwatchingthelanguidmannequinspreenandsimper.
"Oh,they’reabitshy…Ilikethatorangething,don’tyou?"
"Notwithyourhair.Settleforthegrey."
"Pooh!Ithinkorangegoesperfectlywithmyhair.IngreyIlooklikesomethingthecatdraggedin,sortofmuddyandhalfrotten.Movewiththetimes,Mum.Redheadsdon’thavetobeseeninwhite,grey,black,emeraldgreenorthathorriblecoloryou’resoaddictedto—whatisit,ashesofroses?Victorian!"
"Youhavethenameofthecolorright,"Meggiesaid.Sheturnedtolookatherdaughter."You’reamonster,"shesaidwryly,butwithaffection.
Justinedidn’tpayanyattention;itwasnotthefirsttimeshehadheardit."I’lltaketheorange,thescarlet,thepurpleprint,themossgreen,theburgundysuit…"
Meggiesattornbetweenlaughterandrage.WhatcouldonedowithadaughterlikeJustine?
TheHimalayasailedfromDarlingHarborthreedayslater.Shewasalovelyoldship,flat-hulledandveryseaworthy,builtinthedayswhennoonewasinatearinghurryandeveryoneacceptedthefactEnglandwasfourweeksawayviaSuezorfiveweeksawayviatheCapeofGoodHope.Nowadayseventheoceanlinerswerestreamlined,hullsshapedlikedestroyerstogettherefaster.Butwhattheydidtoasensitivestomachmadeseasonedsailorsquail.
