‘It is inappropriate for her to speak.’
You know, I can think of plenty of times when I would have let it go. I’d have shrugged and tuned out.
But who’s he to decide it’s inappropriate for me to speak.
‘Listen, honey, dunno what’s got to you, but there’s no need to be so rude. If I wanna speak, I speak.’
The look he gives me implies he wouldn’t touch me with a bargepole. Good news. Because having looked at him, I do not want him to touch me.
‘I don’t think it’s gonna work,’ I tell the marriage broker.