Do you know what my name is, Guinevere?
I was under the impression it was Delysia Lafosse.
Sarah Grubb. One of the Pittsburg Grubbs. My father is a steelworker. No one else in the world knows that apart from Michael. And he doesn't judge me.
No, he wouldn't.
But you do.
Me? I certainly do not.
Oh, you think you don't, but you do. For all the fancy apartments and fashion shows, do you know how close I am to having nothing? Every day I wake up and I think, if I make the wrong move, I could be out on that street with no clothes, no food, no job, and no friends. Just plain old Sarah Grubb again. Do you know what that's like?
Yes, I do.
You do?
In that, at least, we are alike.