The screaming match down the phone at Boris about the fact that he should have considered how she felt about this and the fact she knew his 'tart' wouldn't treat him right, made Rose realise that perhaps that was a sign in itself that things should change.
She had known Boris since school, he was in Violet's year, he was slightly older than Violet, so it made Rose just over three years younger than Boris. Rose never really got on with people in her year so she used to hang around with Violet at lunch as at the time Rose got on best with her out of all the sisters. Despite never admitting to being in any real kind of relationship with him, Rose had always imagined that she would always have Boris to go back to after the latest boyfriend had upped left her, after all he was her first. Or so Boris had always thought.
After slamming down the grubby receiver; which was in dire need of a proper clean, Rose decided that the best thing to do was to call on Hyacinth and ask her for some tips on how to appear to be respectable. She spent a good ten minutes riffling through her overloaded wardrobe desperate to find an item of clothing suitable to go round to her sister's in. She finally selected a smart figure-hugging plain, backless, black dress that stopped two or three inches above the knees.
As she looked in the full length mirror which was super-glued to the side her wardrobe, she decided that as she looked like she was dressed more appropriately for a night out on the town, than an evening sipping tea out of a beaker at Hyacinth's she might as well have one last round of fun before attempting to prove to Boris and the rest of the world and his wife, that she could indeed be respectable.