I was encouraged to calm down by Remon's parents as we hopped into his car. "Calm down, darling; my folks aren't going to bite you," he assured me.

We're driving up to the ridge, to her parents' house on the ridge. I was concerned that they would disapprove of me and insult me.

That's how all of the wealthy live. It is rude to be poor, and it is demeaning to be disliked when you have nothing to prove to those around you in the world.

Perhaps they are similar to wealthy individuals that quarrel when you are not wealthy. I was on the verge of whispering the last word...