Chapter 116. In Bed?

Marissa yelped as the seamstress' apprentice stuck a pin in her side. "Ow, be careful!" She said to the fidgety lady:

"Oh, I am so sorry, madam, so sorry. Please," the young lady apologized hastily.

"Maggie, for God's sake! Be careful. I didn't ask you to turn our customer into the equivalent of a thimble, you know," the seamstress admonished the lady as she hurried to Marissa's side. "I am so sorry, ma'am. I will join you shortly. I just need to be through with this." She looked back at the screened inner door and whispered, "With this harridan, I am dealing with, please, and I would soon be through." She rolled her eyes as she wagged her fingers at Maggie and muttered, Girl, you can't do anything right," before flurrying away in her layers and layers of silk gown.

"Do you think maybe she would mention to the woman in there that I am a Harridan too?" Marissa muttered to the assistant, just to put the girl at ease. It worked because she snorted out a laugh, then sho