I got to talk to Cloris, my aunt, at lunch. She was way nicer than Azrikam, showering me with interest and kindness. After alleviating her fears that I was her husband's illegitimate child or something (or at least that's what it seemed like to me), she calmed down and was willing to be nice to me.
"So, Amy," she said, giving me another chicken wing, "do you know any people here, now that you came here?"
"Well," I said, "I've got a friend. And a fiancé, apparently."
"But you've only been here for a month and a half. How could you be engaged?" Cloris asked, surprised.
"I've known him longer than that," I said, "for two months, to be exact. I also think it's too fast. But Martinus insisted. He decided he wanted to marry me, although I'm still considering it."
"Martinus?" Cloris said, he
