Chapter 156
- "Can whatever you have to say not wait till after dinner?" Theresa asked in a brisk tone.
- "No!" Paisley snapped. I could see her fingers trembling around the glass in anxiety. "It can't wait."
- "Very well," Theresa shrugged and forked a pea into her mouth elegantly. "As long as you don't feed us any garbage, or, try to chicken out of marrying my son because of some... lowlife!"