” Are you listening to me?”
The mother moaned in frustration. I'm sorry, but you're wrong. It's frustrating that I spend time out of my day to attempt to have a conversation with you and you pay no attention to me. I need to know what's going on.
For a brief moment of sheer dread, she was certain that her mother already knew everything. Jessey sucked her tongue to stifle the insanity of the impulse to tell the truth. Nothing, Ma. What I'm doing is just tidying up. The home is a pigsty.
As we've previously discussed, you need to make a concerted effort to maintain your house. Oh my God, what if a guy walks over and sees how revolting that is?
She didn't believe her "disgusting" home would be a deal breaker since there was a male present at the moment. Not the kind to worry about details, Charley didn't put much stock in tidiness. And did she really want to marry a guy with that kind of preoccupation? Jessey inhaled deeply. I'm cleaning because of it.