My parents took it in their usual stride. Wasn’t really news to them—only that I’d finally outright told him so was. We weren't going to say a thing to Irvy's parents. I mean it wasn’t like he’d asked me to marry him, after all. While we were pretty sure his dad wouldn't have a fit, why wake the storm in his mother?
Matt, however, had thought that stupid, even chicken-hearted, and made sure they found out I’d declared myself, and that Irvy hadn’t put me off. While he cautioned us that we needn't rush into anything right off, Dr. Woodworth gave us his official blessing. “And when you finally set the date, you be sure you save me the second dance.”
As for Mrs. Woodworth—instead of becoming angry as we'd feared, she treated the whole deal as if I were a five-year-old asking her son to play
