"They're interrogating me," he sighed.
She shook her head. "No, no. Honey, they love you. They're just..." She tried to come up with a tactful way of saying it. "They have a rough sense of humor."
He raised a brow. "I've had IRS audits that were less painful than that dinner."
She let it go.
Later, when they were tucked under the sheets of the queen bed in her room, she stared up at the ceiling and wondered, "What if... what if he's right?" Could she really go against them? Did she trust her own heart more than their wise and knowing eyes?
She wasn't sure. And wasn't that the problem?
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