"A moment of patience saves a thousand of sorrow. Besides, I'm younger; they'll pass on in a few years, and I'll be free."
That gave me a good laugh, not hopeless, just trapped by a lifetime of decorum.
"My mom and I hold a different view. Hold your tongue, risk your health. Step back, and risk even more. Let things slide, and you're asking for trouble. Stand your ground, and the sky's the limit. I'm not around for a century; I might as well enjoy life, no point fretting over false honors."
She stared at me as if I were an alien.
then silently nodded her head, her grip tightening and loosening on my hand.
Mr. Taylor came home that night and handed me a sapphire, commending my actions.
I clutched that gem, showering it with kisses—what a score.
It was crystal clear today; he cared solely about his mother's feelings, even wanted her to take a leaf out of my book.
As for the rest of the grannies, if they don't mess with me, I won't mess with them; if they do, I'll hit back twice as hard!
My partnership with Mr. Taylor has never been smoother; sometimes we even play the doting couple in public.