The Ruffians

"No, no, no. I didn't mean offense," Harris quickly explained. "Your face is so beautiful." I turned my head and glanced at myself in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had bright eyes, gleaming teeth, and fair skin. There was no signs of that poor bumpkin at all. I shifted my gaze from the mirror to Harris and tilted my head. "Born this way." Right then, Carroll came downstairs. With both hands in his pockets, he shot one glare at Harris. "It's impolite to stare at my wife like that." "Come on! Beautiful women are great feasts to the eyes." Harris talked back but turned his head in a strange way. "This face lives up to expectations of Mrs. Brown, but you lack something in vibe." "What is it?" I asked curiously. Harris circled around me and then said, "Aggressiveness." I was speechless. For the first time, I heard that one needed aggressiveness to be a wife. Carroll patted me on the shoulder. "Don't waste your time with him. I hope you may come home soon." "Bye." I nodded. "Where are y