"Nick is-" Amanda started to say, but Mrs Sullivan interrupted her.
"You make sure you take good care of her," Betty said to me. "She is such a wonderful young woman."
"Don't worry," I grinned. "I'll be sure to treat her well."
"I can tell you're a good man," Betty smiled. "Not like that slacker you were dating last time. What was his name again? Chris?"
"Craig," Amanda replied. "And we're actu-"
"That's the one. I always knew you were too good for him, my dear," Mrs Sullivan cut in again, placing a hand on Amanda's arm. "You need to be with someone who loves and respects you, my dear. The same goes for both of you. But I can see it in your eyes, and it warms my old heart."
Betty went on for another ten minutes about her late husband and how great of a man he was and how Amanda shoul
