"Hiring someone means another mouth to feed, and we'd have to pay them. Forget it, forget it. I'll just do it myself," Mrs. Chapman said, a bit peevishly.
"But aren't you in poor health? If you wear yourself out, we'll have to waste money on doctors and medicine. That's an even worse deal. It's better to hire someone. What's more important, your son or money? What do you say, brother-in-law?" Goldie Thorne looked at Brian Chapman, a smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Mrs. Chapman was cornered by her own words. The corners of her eyes drooped even further, and her expression turned quite ugly. In reality, there was nothing seriously wrong with her; she just didn't want to do the work. 'Now that my son has a wife, I should be enjoying a life of leisure.'
Brian Chapman nodded. "Goldie is right. Mom, you're not in good health, so we should have my cousin come. I'll call her in a bit."
