"They'll be turned to scraps after a handful of nights, pity." "Pity?" Dee says flustered. "I'd expect the dim family I left would at least be generous." "Or learn a thing or two about etiquette?"
The couple's glances meet and they laugh at their malicious comments. Finding themselves quite superior they silently agree that the quilts would be the aesthetic boundary that nothing in Maggie's life could surpass. "Damn." Hakim-a-barber complains, pressing the brakes. "Your mother's door scuffed my leather shoe." "Next time." Dee aloofly replies. "You should watch where you're stepping."
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