Chapter 21

I was a bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the June night in her flowered dress—and as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle of Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other. “ ’Gratulate me,” she muttered. “Never had a drink before, but oh how I do enjoy it.” “What’s the matter, Daisy?” I was scared, I can tell you; I’d never seen a girl like that before. “Here, dearies.” She groped around in a wastebasket she had with her on the bed a…