She soon realized that I was looking at her. When our eyes met in the rear view mirror for the third time, Freya stopped resisting.
"Alright, enough. Ask whatever it is you want to ask. If you keep looking at me from behind, I'll be uncomfortable the entire drive back," Freya said.
I couldn't help myself from laughing. "I don't mean to interfere in your private life, but what's your situation with Cyril? I just wanted to say. He has been chasing you for so many years now, he seems sincere enough. You should give each other a chance. That's not impossible, right, Anne?"
"Was that uncle trying to pursue Aunt Freya?" Anne asked.
"Yes." I nodded and joked, "What do you think about him?"
"He's not bad." Anne sure was a chip off the old block. I'm sure she learnt to be stingy with her words from Hendrix. She seemed way too calm as she talked about relationships.
I have yet to start explaining Freya and Cyril's past when Anne said, "In my opinion, he seems inferior to Aunt Freya. He can't seem to handle her. When it comes to relationships, I believe that things can only last long when both parties are equal."
"But..."
Freya didn't give me a chance to respond. "Did you hear that? Even Anne is clearer about our situation than you are."
I shrugged and was at a loss of words.
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