And Rinda was suddenly aware of a blue bruise just beneath his left eye. He saw her studying it. A lovepat from my Uncle Rolfe, he said bitterly.

This is an underexplored problem in ethics.

“He called you a boring Stepford wife.” A boring Stepford wife, Molly thought. For a moment it seemed to her that she was once more in prison, eating the tasteless food, hearing the click of locks, lying awake for sleepless night after sleepless night.

Blue-eyed women he believed there were in Kashmir, but here was the mythical Englishry of fair hair as well.