Karen didn't pull her punches, each slap hitting Sherman square on the back.
That little weasel!
For ten years, Sherman had the same air of superiority, looking down his nose at everyone. He was just asking for it!
Sherman didn't even flinch, and he said calmly, "Karen, everyone has their way of living. I'm content with mine. Like you always say, I can't be everyone's cup of tea, can I?"
Sherman was a bachelor and a devout vegan. He loved his peace and quiet.
Life with someone else was too noisy. Alone was just perfect.
Karen looked at Sherman, her face a picture of disbelief, “Don’t you have any urge?”
Sherman just shook his head.
Karen was about to try and provoke him, using the fact that Anthea wasn't into him to give Sherman a little nudge.
But it turned out that Sherman couldn't care less.
Weren’t most men driven by a desire to conquer?
Her eldest grandson, was he... a bit off?
Karen eyed Sherman up and down, “Sherman, be honest with me, is there something wrong?”
Even Sherman, as collected as he was, seemed thrown off balance by that, “Karen, you're worrying over nothing.”
“Or maybe you prefer men?” Karen squinted her eyes, probing.
Sherman paused his fingers on his rosary, “Karen, that's out of line!”
The tone made it seem as though it was Karen who was the foolish youngster.
“So what if you like men? It's nothing to be ashamed of! If you do, I would accept it! Just tell me, do you like men or not?”

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