One of Clara’s eyebrows rose slightly at Sara’s unusually forthright response. “I see.” She paused for a moment. “And you’re not even married yet. Imagine how sick of him and his stories you will be when two of his rugrats are running around your feet and you are still listening to them.”
“I don’t know how you and Pansy do it,” Clara admitted. “I think I would have hexed either of those blowhards into oblivion if I had to listen to them pontificate constantly.” She rolled her eyes. “You and Pansy are stronger than I am.”
“Are you ever in the mood?” she inquired sincerely. Clara had very little patience for gossip. She had learned almost immediately the best ways to combat gossip. She did realize though that many had not learned her tricks for such.