“Never understood why there weren’t Day Girls.’ ‘Same as why there aren’t woman Masters.’ ‘Mistresses,’ Anne corrects. I wince, feel heat in my face, hotter than the day. ‘The women come out all crooked; it breaks them, burns ’em up. Girls is a bit different, Dain says.’ (...) ‘You know what I think?’ she says. ‘I guess I will in a moment.’ ‘I think they’re frightened of us. And…’ I look in her eyes, dark as the sky in the middle of the night. ‘They should be.”
Book:Day Boy
