I've read that's what it's like a few decades from my time. Suffrage is still a quarter-century away for me, and women have always done better with options than without. As does any creature, birds especially. None of them deserve cages.

Almost none.

[She looks up at him, those quintessentially blue eyes now deep and wistful.] Everyone wants my face on their fantasy, Piper. All my artists. That's what I give them, and instead of disappointment they feel cursed. And honored.