Marjan watched him put his good luck beads away, and secretly wondered how they came into play with the thrusting and praying. He had some interesting rituals, to say the least.
"Was there even ever a debate?" Marjan replied. "I'd sooner throw myself in a lake than live like they do."
Sewing. Ugly dresses. Marriage. Children. Bake sales. It was the stuff that nightmares were made out of.
"You're the cream of the crop - it was only a matter of time before you floated to the top," she told him with a grin.