Marissa's curiosity antenna started beeping as she stared from mother to son. Although they were communicating in a plain language she quite understood, she couldn't decode Nana Esther's motive for making that statement.
"Rex, do you have something to tell me?" Marissa looked at Rex quizzically.
"Be patient, my sugar bun." Nana Esther interjected. "Don't you worry your pretty head? Everything will come to light in due time."
"Okay, Miatisa," Marissa shrugged and reluctantly stopped being inquisitive.
"Rex, dance with me." Marissa tugged at Rex's arm and pulled me to the middle of the party; where some old couples were waltzing to soft-playing background music.
Although Rex felt exhausted from the long hours of travel and needed to rest, he didn't want to hurt his wife's feelings by turning her down. So, he allowed her to do whatever she wanted with him.
