Violet was beside herself with anxiety. She was in desperate need of some good advice. First, she could just imagine what her mother was telling Victor at that exact moment, but it wasn’t as if she could stop her even if she had not been banished in search of a spiked eggnog.
Really, ought her mother even have any alcohol right now? Surely she was on some sort of medication which wouldn’t mix well with coconut rum or any other kind of adult beverage. Violet would find the doctor and make certain before bringing any to Harmony.
As Violet searched for Benjamin Kruger she mulled over her second concern which was her mother’s insistence that she should swallow her pride and ask Victor to marry her because he already had done so several times and was roundly rejected each time, so he wasn’t likely to ever go there again. But Violet ask Victor for his hand in marriage? Seriously??? Of all things! Violet was one of the most traditional women there was, a throw back from another era and her mother expected her to instantly become a feminazi and get down on bended knee and be the man??? Violet’s stomach lurched just thinking about it.