When everybody has somebody

It was a bitter day for Dorthy, just plain bitter. When she was little, her father would always come home from work with two dozen roses. Red for her mother, and pink for her. But now she was alone at Xavier's, on a day when everybody had somebody, and she had nobody. So instead of going downstairs and dealing with all the lovey dovey stuff, Dorthy grabbed her old copy of Pride and Prejudiceand began to read.