He told me that I have to wear a dress.
I told him that I don’t have to.
He told me that it is our family
reunion and he doesn’t want me to look like too wild.
I told him that I’ll just stay at
home.
He told me that I am going and that’s
final. He insists that I go to the party with him.
I said him that I don’t even have a
dress to wear.
He said me that I do. He asked me
what about the black velvet one my grandmother gave me for my birthday.
I said him it is too square, too conservative
and that everyone will laugh.
He said me that everyone will think
that I look lovely.
I told him oh, great... that lovely
is just how I want to look.
He said me that it’s almost time to
leave. He thought I’d better get ready.
I asked him who’s going to be there.
He told me that there are going to be the same people as last year: my
cousins, my grandparents... and, of course, great-grandmother Schuller.