Sarah Sullivan looked at her aunt and then at the dress, holding back her words,
but the desire to critique and the urge to be talkative are equally uncontrollable.
Anyway, her aunt's used to getting roasted, right?
"Auntie, this was just your dream when you were young!"
"Can't a person have a girlish heart now?"
"Having a girlish heart is fine, but Auntie, you no longer have a girlish waist. This dress, you can't fit into it."
"..., Sally, honesty is a virtue, but being too honest is kind of wicked."
"Alright, Auntie, I was wrong."
"Well, you're not wrong. Like the ancients said, 'Nothing gold can stay, rosy cheeks vanish from the mirror, blossoms fall from the tree.'
"Auntie, you suddenly turned so literary that I can't even retort."
