She wouldn’t yell “sh*t” if she had a mouthful
“Libby’s London Merchant” by Carla Kelly
OK I’ve always heard that Carla Kelly is a great writer, along the lines of Georgette Heyer. So when I saw an anthology at the bookshop, I figured what the hell, I’ll give it a try.
Lola: Hello Thin Pale Scary Lady.
Thin Pale Scary Lady: *picking up book and gazing at it critically* Lola, this book has no sex, you realize?
Lola: *highly affronted* Are you implying good woman, that I am only attracted to the carnal interactions between individuals, with nary a thought for the emotional and spiritual development of their transcendental love?
Thin Pale Scary Lady: Yes.
Lola: Fair enough.