Upon hearing of Jiro's and my engagement, a donnybrook ensued about the celebration. No matter that having parties isn't done in Sunset Valley. Undoubtedly cowardly of me, but I couldn't face the drama and acrimony. We eloped over the weekend, just the two of us, at our favourite secluded beach spot.
In her excitement about a grandchild, Mother has forgiven us for cheating her of a wedding celebration.
Hayley has no shortage of opinions about the rearing of said child. I shouldn't be so snide; honestly, I try not to.
I actually admire her tremendously; she's unrepentantly sui generis. While most of us bend ourselves into pretzel shapes to accommodate one another, she presumes that the world at large will supply whatever bending and accommodation might be necessary. I could only dream of being so bold.
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