"We've both been saving our money," Mary said dreamily. "He's in love
with me. He said so."
"Honey, that's what they all say."
Smiling, Mary turned from the window and leaned backward, stretching.
"You don't know him. He's different."
"They're all the same," Anne said, her mouth twisting bitterly.
"They're just alike. Don't believe any of them."