The part that was not luck was in the March, at a party, by the coats, when a frightened woman spent about nine words on me and I laughed and then handed it straight to her brother.
If somebody tells you something about the people you are about to marry into —
do not take it to them.
Not to check it. Not to be fair. Not because it would be disloyal to keep it to yourself.
Sit with it for a fortnight and do one boring thing about it on your own.
Because the person who warned you has just spent everything they had, and if you hand it over, they do not get to warn you twice.
