I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth it's got you burning at the stake
Mr. Dempsey, she greeted, her voice a half degree cooler than what might be considered cordial. She didn't actually bear him any ill will but he had just referred to her as a 'society matron' and it was a term that suited her as ill as 'debutante' ever had. She wasn't sure which part of it chafed more, the implication that she was anything but a reluctant and minimally involved member of high society or that she struck anyone as being 'matronly'.
Mariana hastily scrawled her name down and crossed his out with an unnecessary flourish. Don't you know that the only worthwhile use of bloodroot syrup is sweetening one's tea? She smiled wryly and assumed he would know she was jesting. Her tea was the absolute last place she'd be putting the bloodroot once she acquired it - which she would, of that she had no doubt.
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