"Andrew, I never realized you held such orthodox views on gender distinctions."

Alice was brutally honest, which wavered Andrew.

"I'm disappointed in myself for getting married to a man like you, who is so conservatively dyed-in-the-wool." Alice said, snorting sulkily.

After venting her anger, she turned on her heels to head out, but Andrew got up fast and held her hand.

"Alice, what are you talking about?" He beseeched.

Alice's outburst was okay, but her last phrase jolted him.

Alice shoved his hand away and said, "Why does it matter, Andrew? I mean, Which era are you living in to decide whom your sister should date, judging on his social...