“How dare he have such a stinky crotch.”
“Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?”
“How dare you? How dare you, of all people, not have faith in him?” Livia shot back. “All that negativity? You believe it. That’s what he is to you? A burden?” Livia’s mouth stayed open with the shock of his words and her bravery.”
“I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.”
“Blast the man! How dare he pack his bags and ride away after all the work she'd done! Worse, how dare he do it while looking so damned appealing?”
“How dare she be anything he was annoyed with her for not being?”