Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots! I said keeping my voice down. Will you just put a stopper in it?She looked at me and sighed. Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax.My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine.Granny, I told her, this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need.
~ Tamora Pierce
