“and it is fabulous,” esmé said, finishing her aqueous martini. “we hold the auction at veblen hall, and we auction off only the innest things we can find, and best of all, all the money goes to a good cause.”
“which good cause?” violet asked.
esmé clapped her long-nailed hands together with glee. “me! every last bit of money that people pay at the auction goes right to me! isn’t that smashing?”
“actually, dear,” jerome said, “i was thinking that this year, perhaps we should give the money to another good cause. for instance, i was just reading about this family of seven. the mother and father lost their jobs, and now they’re so poor that they can’t even afford to live in a one-room apartment. we might send some of the auction money to people like them.”
“don’t talk nonsense,” esmé said crossly. “if we give the money to poor people, they won’t be poor anymore.”
no pinstripes because i am lazy as fuck.