Marigold was reluctant. Boys would get in the way of her plans and she knew how her mind worked. She knew that she thought about boys sometimes and had urges. She knew that if, given half the chance, she'd be exactly like her mother had been.
And that was the last thing in the world that she needed.
"Fine." Marigold held out her hand to shake on it. So that it was an official deal. "We'll go have tea or something."
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