“He wasn’t quite what you’d hoped for, was he, Mother dear?” remarked Violet.
“I was trying to help you,” said Angelina, her cheeks warming.
Violet folded her arms and gave her a look.
“I’m never going to invite him again.” Angelina weaved unsteadily on her high heels as she made her way towards the stairs and the privacy of her dingy room.
“You won’t have to,” replied Violet. “He’ll be back.
--Farewell My Life: Buona Notte Vita Mia”