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Cunning Little Vixens
By Giselle Renarde
“There’s a vixen in our midst,” Mrs. Edstrom accused, checking the wardrobe for men. “Surely they must be in here, hiding. No? Under the beds, perhaps. How many times must I hark back at you daft girls? There are to be no men under my roof. No men, no way, no how!”
“But there are not any men here,” Suzette pleaded, fearing she’d be found guilty of a crime she hadn’t the slightest intention of committing.
“You’ve seen for yourself, Mummy,” Enid chimed in, all sweetness and light. It was a sham, of course, but she played the part well.
“You looked everywhere we could possibly hide a man and you found no one,” Zofia added, with a hint of smug satisfaction.
“Please, Mummy, you simply must have more faith in us!”
Didn’t Enid look the picture of innocence in her white cotton nightgown trimmed with pretty ribbons of lace? The landlady’s own darling daughter could do no wrong.
“I have every kind of faith in you, dear child,” Mrs. Edstrom gurgled, hugging Enid to her hips. “It’s these foreign girls that vex me. They’d corrupt your virtue in two shakes, given the slightest opportunity.”
“I wish you wouldn’t say such things,” Suzette pleaded.
Raising her hideous orange eyebrows, Mrs. Edstrom replied, “I’ve heard what your kind gets up to.” To Enid, she continued in a hardly-hushed tone, “Keep an eye on the French one.”