“Yes.” She responded looking at the television.
Since she was not willing to talk, I walked to the fridge, poured a glass of apple juice then picked two sausages that had been prepared. I ignored the eggs. I walked back to the bedroom. No need of siting with people who are not keen on having a conversation. Fred was still sleeping. I took my phone and looked up at my social media accounts.
After I was done, I returned the utensils back to the kitchen. Since there was also other items in the sink, I started washing them. I could see Fred’s sister behind me but I continued washing. She paced around then finally gave me her cup and saucer.
“If you have a problem with me then just say so!”
“I don’t.” She replied.
“Then why are you not talking to me?” I asked.
“I just don’t get you.” She started. “Why on earth would you wear something like that?”
“What?” I asked looking at my clothes. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
“Not that. I have a problem of what you wore yesterday evening.” She replied raising her voice.
“What was the issue?”
“The length! How could you be comfortable wearing that?” She asked giving me a full body stare.
“It was okay for me.” I replied then turned back to continue washing the utensils.
“No it was not. You are a mother now. How can you wear something that short especially outside the house?”
“I have no problem with the length my dear. It is the same way I can wear a bikini. How comes no one raises an issue with that? Besides, my husband liked it.”