Page 109 of Sweet Nightmare
Ah. That explains absolutely nothing.
Is she a relative or a housekeeper with an alarming amount of affection for a grown man who behaves like a snow ogre?
“Up, up! Breakfast is ready.”
She pats the bed so enthusiastically that I nearly fall off it.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You still eat.”
Her tone leaves no room for discussion.
We stare at each other.
One second.
Two.
Three.
She doesn’t move.
Neither do I.
Eventually, I sigh.
I’m losing my touch.
Satisfied, Mrs. Han turns toward the door and gestures for me to follow.
“I’m so happy Stephen brought a girl home. I can tell you’re a keeper.”
I stop dead.
Blink once.
Slowly.
“A what?”
She winks. “What do you young people say these days? A suitor? A belle?”
My brain nearly short-circuits.
I have no idea what fresh hell I’ve entered, but I need to escape before I lose brain cells or commit murder.
“You know, I’m pretty sure nobody has said belle since the 1900s.”
“Oh.” She considers this. “Well, it’s better than what modern children say.”
“Is it?”
“You tell me.”
I raise an eyebrow.
She wiggles hers.
