"You don't know that for sure," she said. "People change sometimes, things change. You might feel differently in ten years time. If you don't then that's fine too but either way I don't want you having the proverbial carpet ripped from under your feet just because your uncle changes his mind."
Tracey snorted although it was sarcastic. She wasn't finding any of this funny. "Pimping you out? I didn't think he had a death wish so no, I don't or didn't think he was pimping you out. I'd kill him if he or any other man his age put his hands on you," she said hotly. "I need to talk to him to make sure this isn't some new way of-" Getting back at me was what she wanted to say but that sounded selfish and rude. "Look, darling, I'll speak to him and if I'm happy that he's genuine about this then you'll move in and I'll help you as much as you want."