"We're just going to let it go like that?" Ian Quincy's words were directed at Cecilia Adler, as well as Jim Quincy.
Cecilia Adler didn't quite understand. 'If we don't let it go, what else can we do?'
'Make my mother-in-law write a self-criticism letter?'
'That doesn't seem appropriate, does it?'
Jim Quincy understood. "The instigator can't stay. But if we send her away now, your mother won't be able to handle all the housework alone. Cecilia would have to pitch in for a few days."
"I can do that," Cecilia Adler said.
Aunt Goldsmith didn't know her place in the family and was just chasing shadows. She couldn't be allowed to stay.
Ian Quincy didn't have time to cover her mouth. He whispered, "If you can't finish it, just leave it. Now look what you've done, you'll have endless chores from morning till night." 'Always making more work for yourself!'
Jim Quincy's voice drifted over. "Since you've agreed, I have no more reservations. You two get some rest." He left.
