"…So, what do you think about all that?" George said with an assessing expression on his face, his eyes following every twitch Gloria or Roberts's faces made.
While his mother was still in her nightgown, his father was still in the party's clothes from yesterday having arrived back at the house right by the time George showed up.
"…Is this why you ran off from home first thing in the morning?" Robert asked disapprovingly.
It was true, and so, George pretended to be busy analyzing his mother's reaction.
Gloria rubbed her forehead feeling a headache creeping up on her already, "To tell you the truth, I never thought about it from that angle before, and she really didn't say anything," Gloria didn't want to sound as if she was blaming her niece for what had happened, "But perhaps I should've gone to her instead of you with the truth about the gossips,"
