As insubstantial as dreams, unreal yet powerful.
Jayne held today’s necklaces close to her cheek as she recalled a different occasion: her father bursting into the room, vehemently scolding her mother for being foolish with the child.
"Child, when you have worked for such frippery you may then, perhaps, deserve it!” he had bellowed. “Until then… you DESERVE NOTHING!" And he dismissed his daughter with an unsmiling gesture, sending her to her room where she felt herself to be no more than a distraction, an unwanted burden to the world of grown up business.