[For Dot] Valentine's Dea--Day

[st_illunsmeared]

Oh, this day!

Bathed, deshabille, Phryne flung herself down on the white leather couch in her room and resolved not to get up for anything.

Now that she had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket by her hand and a box of chocolate truffles, it was entirely plausible. After all, she had a stack of contemporary "classics" to keep her busy, and Phillip Roth would be more reliably entertaining than any young man. Or the mature one she'd put firmly to the back of her mind for the night.

She was so deeply imbedded in my consciousness that for the first year of school I seemed to have believed that each of my teachers was my mother in disguise...

Yes. Much more reliably entertained, Phryne thought, and sipped at her champagne while she read on.

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[st_oh_honestly]

When Dot came rushing in, it wasn't with her usual sensible sangfroid, she wasn't carrying freshly pressed dresses or a pot of coffee as she was wont to do.

She was in fact carrying nothing. Her face was flushed, cheeks scarlet, her usual tidy hair was escaping from it's bun and curling wildly about her face, she was breathless and wide eyed.

In fact for Dot she was positively disheveled.

"Oh, Miss!" She exclaimed and burst into tears.