His Mad Delusions
Anise Buccaneer had just submitted her resignation letter when her mother called.
“Hey Anise, how’s your resignation going?”
“I submitted my resignation form and will be coming home in a month.”
“That's good, that's good.” Her mother sounded delighted, “Me and all the old ladies in town have found you a few decent suitors as blind dates when you come back. Let’s hope you can get married by the end of the year.”
Then, she advised affectively, “Try not to linger on that man from the Renaults. He’s not like the rest of us common folks, he’s from another social class entirely.”