“Someday,” Pansy sighed. “Someday I’ll be a young lady. Someday I’ll grow up. Someday I’ll make nice cakes. Someday I’ll clean all the corners and sweep under the beds. Yes. Someday I’ll do everything right. But I have my doubts.” At 13, Pansy realizes that she is on the way to growing up—becoming a lady. But can she ever really be a lady?