““Velma eyed Kate assessingly. She swiped at her hairline with fingers decorated with several diamond-studded gold rings and long nails shellacked with opalescent pearl polish. "Kate," she said in a ominous tone, "how old are you now?" Ah, Kate thought. Here it comes. Though Velma and Peg had spent their entire lives in Redbud, Kate knew them well from their annual trips to Dallas to see Gran, "I'm thirty-one." "Why in the world haven't you married anyone yet?" "Well..." I'm holding out for Prince Harry. I have cooties, so that makes it hard. Shark attack killed the last prospect.””
