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"Farrell is a boy I've watched grow up, and I trust his character," Mrs.Nancy stepped forward, defending my honor.
"Maybe you should take a look in the mirror. What would Farrell, a young man, want to do with you?"
"Could it be you're the one having dirty dreams?"
I couldn't help but admire Mrs.Nancy's sharp tongue, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
Someone in the crowd stifled a laugh behind their hand.
"Farrell said he was going to call the cops. Why didn't you let him? Feeling guilty, are we?"
Mother-in-law's face turned beet red, then quickly drained of all color. My wife, standing beside her, looked just as pale.
Suddenly, my wife tugged at Mother-in-law's arm. "Mom, let's go. They're just bullying us because we're on our own."
Overcome with guilt, my wife and Mother-in-law fled the scene.
Mrs.Nancy came over and patted my shoulder, her words full of sincerity.