Jeannie was, as a general rule, not terribly fond of brunette women. They rarely brought anything good to her life. After all, that woman that her former master darling had been engaged to marry had dark hair, and she was nothing but a witch. And of course, there was her own sister. Who was worse than a witch, and that was saying something. But this brunette seemed pleasant and cheerful.
“Oh yes,” she smiled. “It is a very nice day for shopping. It is sunny and nice, but not so much that you want to stay outside and enjoy it. But it is very good for window shopping, do you not think so?
She didn’t wait for the other woman to respond, but blithely continued, “I am going to buy a chair. Are you shopping too?”
This time she paused, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the girl beside her.