“Grandpa, do you want every outstanding young man you meet to become your grandson-in-law?” Winnie said with exasperation. “I’ve already told you I don’t plan to get married, and I don’t want a man marrying into our family either. I’ll do IVF and have twins—a boy and a girl. I can raise them myself. If I have the energy, I’ll do another round and have another set of twins. Then you’ll have four great-grandchildren. Wouldn’t that be enough?”
She wanted children, not a husband. She had no time for dating or emotional entanglements.
Whether it was Baby or Sonny, both were extremely busy—and so was she.
If she chose one of them, how would they even build a relationship? Through phone calls? They barely had time for personal conversations.
“Grandpa, if you bring this up again, I’ll get angry and never come to Wiltspoon again.”
Chairman Francoeur immediately raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I won’t say another word. It’s your life—you decide. I won’t interfere. Just let me become a great-grandfather someday.”
“Exactly,” Winnie said. “And Grandpa, you can’t assume every capable young man is meant to be your grandson-in-law. Men like Baby and Sonny would never marry into our family. If I married them, I’d be the one moving far away. Are you willing to let me go?”