Marcia

Bree (Marcia Cross) was the successful head of a catering company, about to publish her first cookbook.

"I know—the 'Trumerei,'" nodded Marcia, and once more laid her bow across the strings.

Marcia has gone to Philadelphia; Mrs. Grandon is cold to a point of severity, and most untender to Cecil.

It would be an immense joke to marry Marcia Grandon; an immense mortification as well!

Later, he telephoned to say that he had talked to Marcia, and she had declared she had borrowed nothing of her friends.

Marcia, we've done all for the dead that can be done; it's the living who needs our care now.