“What is it you’re viewing now, daughter?”
“Naught but the Bachelorette show again, mother. Although my brother hasn’t an appearance on this day, I find myself obliged to keep up with the lore.”
“Is it so, or is it you’re falling prey to lusts of the flesh? I cannot imagine a lone reason why a young woman like yourself would also peruse their Simstagrams. Has the devil sparked a desire in your heart for one of them?”
“With all due respect, your accusation is disrespectful. Am I not a daughter of the Lord? Have you no faith that you have taught me well to guard my heart? It beats only for Jesus, and to all other men it is locked in the depths of my spirit. Without God on Earth, my heart is fractured enough without young fellows swiping pieces of it! My motives are pure, mother. I merely view the boy’s social medias to ensure that Westley is not violating his integrity when the video’s done. A candid snapshot could reveal all, if one thinks to study the background.”
“Integrity? Ha! He was born without, and his pitiful nature is only amplified by this Internet broadcast. Forget not that vile ‘This SECULAR KARAOKE VENUE was SO UNGODLY, it made him CRY?!?!?!??!?!!!’ Internet video. It made him the village fool! I’ve quite the punishment lying in wait for his inevitable return.”
“You think it inevitable that he shall return?”
“Undoubtedly. What fool of a man would choose him over the others? How can a father gaze upon that miserable child, who has no means of supporting a family and no charm to supplement, and pick him as son-in-law? I sent the boy off to the show so we could know peace for just one week, no more.”
“I understand now, mother.”
“You understand nothing. Don’t delude yourself.”