Have you tried those apps, dear?

I’m told they do wonders for women your age.”

“I’m content with my life, thank you,” I said, and stepped around her.

My cousin Evelyn caught me at the bar — Rosalie’s maid of honor, and a woman who had been bitter since roughly birth.

She delivered an air-kiss engineered to miss my cheek by a wide, insulting margin, and raked her eyes down my gown.

“Josephine.