Cordelia Mae Junebug and her sister, Ophelia Jane, had only just been discussing the sorry state of the resort when SHE flew in.
“Her name is Dahlia, I’m told…Dahlia Damselfly. Damsel indeed! I must say she looks a bit of a tart in that garish blue get-up.”
“Oh I quite agree, sister…and those wings? Who would go out wearing something like those?”
“Well, I doubt she can help that, dear. They appear to be permanently attached. Still and all, an unpleasant ensemble.”
“Shh! She’s coming over this way.”
“Dahlia, my dear! How are you darling? Have you lost weight?”