'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!' It was no use arguing. I knew they were not going to listen to me. So I changed the subject.