"You make it sound weird," I commented.
Dana shrugged, "Maybe. So, tell me about Jacob. How is he doing? Did he tell you something? I don't know, maybe something important?"
I frowned at her words. Is she implying at something? I replied, "He is doing great actually. And no, he didn't say anything. But you aroused my curiosity. Maybe, you can tell me about 'this' something important."
"Not that I know of. I was just jesting, nothing serious. Hmmm... I am glad actually that he is doing great. It seems he has found a great guardian. An 'angel.' Good for him."
I snorted, "I am no angel. Unlike you, I have adopted only a single child. You, on the other hand, run this orphanage. Rundown, may it be... but you are doing a great job." My words were emanating derision.
Dana said, "You are full of mordacity, aren't you?"
"When I need to be. Clearly, with you... my 'mordacity' amplifies itself. What a wonderful presence you are!"
