He was staring at her oddly in a way that made his mouth
look like it didn’t belong where it was, but she wasn’t looking back at him,
choosing instead to finger the crevices in between the scales of the porcelain
mermaid’s tail. “Where did you get this?” she asked suddenly, in response to
whatever question he had just posed to her. “You aren’t listening to me,” he
said. “You never listen.” She knew that that was true, but leading ladies never
listened, and she was born to be a leading lady.