Jenny, Chris, and Margaret, in their pastoral moments are lovely friends and show beautiful love beyond age and class. Initally, Jenny's internal monologue shows the same variety of prejudice as Kitty expresses, but the situation they're in and the revelation of who Margaret is as a person breaks down Jenny's preconceived notions of Margaret and the people of her same social class.
I'm heart broken about the outcome of Chris's letters to Margaret. If only, in a better world. This book is lovingly and sweetly heartbreaking, and I'm glad to have read it. I look forward to reading it again and underlining half of the book with little hearts. Also, I agree with another reviewer:
Kitty, count your mf days. What the FUCK?