Vidal studied the blonde girl in her summery, white dress, the short blonde, pageboy wig suiting her so well. She wore just a little makeup and looked devastatingly pretty beside Angela and the Countess. The two real women sat at the breakfast table and plied Bambi, quietly posed with crossed legs, with questions about tennis and golf which seemed to be the main activities of the afternoon for the Count’s enormous house party. Bambi smiled and answered, in disconcerting, female style, that she wasn’t an athlete of any kind. The women gave her knowing smiles which she ignored.
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