It was raining again. Eight days straight. Samantha had taken Angela off somewhere to instruct her in womanly things so I was left to myself. Aunt Dahlia had recently announced that she, akin to Aunt Agatha, was also preparing for the arrival of a babe.
The whole lot of them disgusted me. Too many women allowing themselves to become emotional and retreat into things marked solely for females of the species.
I sat in an open window just off the solarium where the rain didn't drip in. I desperately wanted to escape across the grounds and go slopping in the mud.