Chapter One: The Facts of Life
Pamela Drury was twelve years old the day her mother caught her trying to burn her underpants in the backyard incinerator.
"Pammy? What on earth are you doing?"
Pamela turned guiltily. "Nothing!"
Her mother leaned into the incinerator and prodded around with the wrought-iron poker, managing at length to spike the singed underpants through the elastic waistband. She pulled the poker out and held the soiled item in the air, which flapped ungainly in the breeze. Pamela burst into tears and ran into the house.
Clearly, Mrs. Drury had left their little talk a little late, and it was...