Author's note:
Well, now I know what yaoi is. And, frankly, I wish I hadn't asked. Didn't really need to know that. But, now I know to avoid it… So I guess asking was kind of good in that manner.
22. Mother Knows Best
Helen Kingsleigh excitedly hugged her youngest daughter.
"I'm so proud of you, Alice." she cried. "My little girl's finally got married, who'd think that would happen?"
Her daughter looked a bit offended at her words, but still managed a smile. "Thank you, mother."
"I'm so glad you've finally found someone that would keep up with your mad ideas, that's all."
"Yes, Alice. When are you going to introduce us to your new husband?" Margaret required.
"Right away." Alice cast a glance around the room. "Just come with me. Tarrant, dear!" she waved to someone Helen couldn't see.
Alice was nervously fiddling with her fingers. What would her mother think of Tarrant? He wasn't really what her mother thought a gentleman of her standards.
"This is my husband, Tarrant Hightopp." Alice said, clinging onto Tarrant's hand. She could literally see her mother's eyes nearly falling out her skull in confusion. "Mother?"
"Mrs Kingsleigh?" Tarrant lisped nervously. "Do you want to hear a riddle?"
Helen nodded silently.
"Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?" Tarrant grinned.
"No, not at all." Helen finally spoke.
"What an coincidence! Neither do I." Tarrant, along with Helen and her daughters broke out in laughter.
"I can see why Alice married you." lowering her voice and turning to Alice, she added; "You've made an excellent choice, dear."
Tarrant grinned. "Care to dance, mother-in-law?"
"Very well."
Margaret looked eagerly at her sister.
"What?" the sister giggled.
"How did you meet him?"
"It's quite a long story… I'll tell it to you someday."
"Today is a day as good as any." Margaret poked Alice's nose.
Alice jokingly pushed the older sister. "You're impossible!"
"As are you. Just tell me, Alice." Margaret laughed.
"Very well, I'll tell you. Let's just find Isabel first, I bet she wants to hear as well."
Author's note:
Yes, this chapter is very short, but I have gotten WAY to little sleep the last few weeks, and I really can't think properly right now. Yeah… Please rewiev, or… or… Or I'll eat your pillow. You'll be having a dream that you're eating a giant marshmallow, and when you wake up, your favourite pillow will be gone! *Evil laugh and creepy music*