Your Relatives Came

I knew this shrill voice well. It belonged to my grandma in Phoenix Village, Mrs. Laura.  Frowning, I intended to hang up. Mrs. Laura, who foretold my next move, shouted over the phone, "You don't care about me, but what about your uncle?" "Uncle? What's wrong with him?" I asked. Mrs. Laura sneered. "Humph, your uncle? If you don't buy a car for your cousin, your aunt will divorce your uncle!" "Great! I will find one young and beautiful woman for my uncle after the divorce! My aunt is almost fifty years old. She is old and fierce, so Uncle will have nothing to lose." I didn't understand why Mrs. Laura considered the divorce of her son as a threat to me.  My speech seemed to take Mrs. Laura by surprise because she said after a short silence, "Ungrateful thing! You want to abandon your family after marrying a rich man, don't you?" Click! I hung up the phone.  I wasn't in the mood to listen to that nonsense. Mrs. Lauran kept calling me ungrateful things and then demanded some benefits.  T