The tone of the teacher's wife carried a complaint, and helplessness.
"Girls really are better, they're so considerate. As for my son, he might as well not come back at all, I hardly see him a few times a year." The teacher's wife scoffed, "This time he's got a girlfriend, but who knows what she's like. If she has a fiesty temperament, I don't want her."
Xandra Mackenzie's hand paused for a moment; she bowed her head and silently pushed the white rice around in her bowl.
In her eyes, there was a hint of distraction.
Ann Nolan laughed, "Don't worry about it, Teacher's wife; Harlow is just busy with work. There's no need to be too concerned."
"If only my future daughter-in-law could be like you and Jasmine, that would be great. She mustn't be someone who talks back or has a bad temper. I asked him to show me a photo, but he refused," the teacher's wife said helplessly.
"Teacher's wife, these things will happen when the time is right; you can't rush them," Ann Nolan said.
