When I called Mrs. Novak, I was feeling nervous. Before, I was just trying to get rid of her son and could be as annoying as I wanted. Now I wanted something from her.
"Good afternoon, Amy," Mrs. Novak said. "I heard that you are in Marn, and you met all my sons yesterday. I hope they didn't bother you too much."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Novak," I said, becoming more formal. "Your sons were lovely. In fact, I'm calling because Martinus just invited me to your house."
"Call me mother," she said. "There's no need to be so formal since you're my future daughter-in-law. That's lovely. I'll introduce you to everybody. Do you have any food preferences?"
"But, mother," I said, "I'm not sure it would be appropriate to visit your house alone. It's one thing to be in a public place but being alone in your
