Mrs. Marshall asked, "How is it different?"
"In this world, as long as you're willing to pay, plenty of handsome young men will be with you. You know Ms. Lawrence, the one who plays cards with us? She has no children, and her husband has several mistresses—a third, a fourth, you name it. But she doesn't get jealous. He gives her money, and she spends it on young men. She's told us a few times how wonderful it is."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Marshall grew excited. "Someone like Ms. Lawrence? She's in her fifties and overweight, but young men still want her?"
"Of course. There's nothing money can't buy. Why don't you try one? Just for a taste. Think about it—a guy around your son's age. The thought alone is thrilling."
Mrs. Marshall hesitated. "They don't have... diseases, do they?"
"No, of course not. They're not stupid. They always take precautions when they're with a client."
With that reassurance, Mrs. Marshall felt a flicker of anticipation.
