The Donovans were all amused by Arabella Donovan's pouty, resentful expression. "So after all this time, *that's* what you're actually upset about."
"What do you mean, 'that's what I'm upset about'? Shouldn't I be? It's like you, Hector. Let's say you secretly like dolls or wearing women's clothes. There's nothing wrong with that on its own, but if it were suddenly announced to a huge crowd, wouldn't you be mortified?"
Hector Donovan froze. It took him a moment to react, his face filled with panic. "Don't... Don't be ridiculous! I don't like dolls at all, and I definitely don't like women's clothes! Stop making false accusations!"
"It's an analogy. Do you get it? An analogy? Or are you saying you're prejudiced against guys who like dolls and women's clothes, Hector? I never would've pegged you for that. You..." Arabella looked Hector up and down. "You're surprisingly close-minded."
