“Jake said, then took a deep breath. “Hurricane, maybe.”
“Get it over with, then,” Sam said. She could hear her own long-suffering tone. “Give me another of your stupid lectures.”
“She’s not a real princess.”
“Duh,” Sam said, then crossed her arms.
She stared past Jake and saw Gram talking to Violette, probably begging her to stay for dinner.
“She’s not a redcoat general’s daughter,” Jake said, jerking his head in Violette’s direction. “Or Annie Oakley, either.”
“I know that, Jake. She’s an actress.”
“Someone needs to tell her so,” Jake said, “and it might as well be you.”
Sam gave up the idea of telling Jake, again, that such a thing would be rude. Why couldn’t he see that?
Maybe Violette would be less unpleasant after she’d settled in—except that wouldn’t happen. Inez had said time was tight. The crew only had a few days here.
And Jake was basically a polite guy. He must think that this was a desperate situation.
“Why don’t you tell her?”
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