"I suppose, Eugenia, that you can retake your position at the newsletter if you like. Millie is doing an awful job, you realize. And if you do decide to return, I'll see to it you don't have to print anything that upsets your high moral standards."
Skeeter smiled inwardly. She knew that deep down—deep, deep down—Hilly had a heart.
"And Skeeter?" Hilly called, lolling about the bed to face Skeeter's retreat. "Next time you visit, bring me one of those rubber pricks."
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