Adelaide grows up to be a beauty, at least according to the older women wearing far too much perfume who tévas invites to dinner. She’ll be beating off the men with sticks when she’s in college, they tell her, and she fakes a smile, silently praying that one of them will commit some unacceptable offense in front of her father and turn up in a few months drenched in their own viscera.
That never happens, but what does happen is the predictions of tévas’ guests coming true.
She still braids her hair at twenty, doesn’t wear a touch of makeup, and if there is one thing she did not inherit from her mother it was a shapely figure- and yet, when the prodding of her roommate and the few people she has decided to allow to be her friends finally wears her down and she finds herself seated in the campus bar, three entirely unsavory boys quite persistently try to get her number before she finally decides what to do to the fourth.
All the hassle when the body is found gets classes cancelled for a week, giving Adelaide a wonderful opportunity to relish in how proud her tévas is of her when he drives her home from the train station.
