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.