Honestly, Anna just wouldn’t shut up, Fay thought. She just kept rattling on about the same boring thing. Didn’t she have anything else to do? Finally, she turned to Anna and said simply, “I don’t have the money.”
“What do you mean?” Anna asked, aghast. “You promised. You said.”
“Well, I meant to, dear. But I just couldn’t save the money somehow.”
Anna knew how it was, all right. Gauzy stockings that ran after a single wearing; a new pair of red shoes; parties. Why waste money on something silly like your daughter’s education?