Not now

Spoiling the dinner isn't my priority and, after all he's just a stupid young man. I don't reply and keep playing the part of the good housewife. However, while I eat silently, an unknown form of anger grows inside me. The couple notice my strange behavior and my daughter looks dirty at her date all the time. When we finish, I go to wash the dishes. The guy, probably realizing his mistakes, helps me to clear the table and then follows me in the kitchen alone. "Ehm...I'm sorry Mrs. Jenkins for my words before...", he says. Finally he was starting to call me by a normal name. All that "madame" like if we were in Downton Abbey was boring me. Besides, it emphasized a sense of detachment between us that I didn't want to feel. "Oh dear don't worry...", I reply, "I know that you're still young and you need to figure it out". He turns a bit red. "Anyway, I have my opinions Mrs.Jenkins, and I won't change them. I hope that you can respect me as I respect you", he retorts. "So do you believe to be so strong and prepared for a real fight just because you do MMA?", I ask, once again pretending a calm and politeness that I don't really feel. "Of corse...that's what we train for!", he answers proudly. I bitterly bite my lip. "I will convince you otherwise!", I finally reply, starting to wash a fork. "How?", he asks, curious. "Oh, you will see...", I cut short.