It was no use arguing. I knew they were not going to
listen to me. So I changed the subject.
`That fruitcake was nice, Momma,' I said.
`Aunt Mimi brought it,' said Momma. `But don't change
the subject ± your aunt has something to say to you.'
Oh no! She's trying to ®nd a husband for me again!
Aunt Mimi began, `I've found the perfect boy for you,
Anna. Well . . . he's not exactly young, but neither are you
any more . . . and he's still got his own hair . . .'
I decided I had to put a stop to this ± I didn't want
to meet Aunt Mimi's `boy' even if he did have his own
hair.
`Thanks, Aunt Mimi,' I said. `But I'm already seeing
someone tonight.'
I hadn't meant to tell them but I had to do something to
stop Aunt Mimi. It certainly surprised them. They both
looked at me with their eyes and mouths wide open like a
couple of ®sh.
`Yes,' I went on. `I'm going out with my boss, Mr Amos.
He's picking me up at eight.'
That certainly surprised them!
***
Momma and Aunt Mimi were very pleased, of course.
They went off together to plan the wedding and left me to
get ready for the man they hoped would be my future
husband. I was beginning to wish I hadn't told them. After
all, I had no idea why my boss had behaved towards me in
that way. He had never even noticed me before now.
However, he had noticed the perfume I had been wearing.
Lately I had been wearing a perfume called Intrigue. It was