Aunt Mimi looked at me and smiled. `Anna, my little girl . . . but look at you: you're not a little girl any more, you're a twenty-three-year-old woman already! How time ̄ies!'
`Actually, I'm twenty-seven, Aunt Mimi,' I said. She always got my age wrong.
`So soon? And you're not married yet? Your mother was married when she was eighteen. Eighteen! And you were born when she was nineteen!' Aunt Mimi looked sad as she said this.
She decided to say what she thought at once ± as she always did.
`So when are you going bring a nice boy home?' she asked, looking me right in the eye.
`There was that boy Armstrong you saw two years ago. He was nice,' said Momma, trying to help me.
`Momma, Armstrong was the pizza delivery man,' I tried to explain, but Momma never did listen.
`Armstrong was here a few times. I liked him,' said Momma.
`Momma,' I said, `that was when the cooker broke down ± remember? We ate pizzas for almost a week until it was ®xed. Armstrong just delivered the pizzas.'
`I don't care,' said Momma. `I liked him ± he had nice eyes.'
Aunt Mimi raised her eyes in surprise.
`You mean to say you let this Armstrong boy go?' said Aunt Mimi.
`But he was only the pizza delivery man,' I said, weakly.
`Then he was. By now he probably owns the company!' said Aunt Mimi. `And you let him go! Anna!'
Aunt Mimi looked at me and smiled. `Anna, my little girl . . . but look at you: you're not a little girl any more, you're a twenty-three-year-old woman already! How time ̄ies!'`Actually, I'm twenty-seven, Aunt Mimi,' I said. She always got my age wrong.`So soon? And you're not married yet? Your mother was married when she was eighteen. Eighteen! And you were born when she was nineteen!' Aunt Mimi looked sad as she said this.She decided to say what she thought at once ± as she always did.`So when are you going bring a nice boy home?' she asked, looking me right in the eye.`There was that boy Armstrong you saw two years ago. He was nice,' said Momma, trying to help me.`Momma, Armstrong was the pizza delivery man,' I tried to explain, but Momma never did listen.`Armstrong was here a few times. I liked him,' said Momma.`Momma,' I said, `that was when the cooker broke down ± remember? We ate pizzas for almost a week until it was ®xed. Armstrong just delivered the pizzas.'`I don't care,' said Momma. `I liked him ± he had nice eyes.'Aunt Mimi raised her eyes in surprise.`You mean to say you let this Armstrong boy go?' said Aunt Mimi.`But he was only the pizza delivery man,' I said, weakly.`Then he was. By now he probably owns the company!' said Aunt Mimi. `And you let him go! Anna!'
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