"So, Auntie, 'a night owl enters the house, no good comes of it.' 'A weasel wishing a hen Happy New Year' means no good intention. Why did you suddenly show up here? Here just to bicker with me? Spit it out!"
Sarah Sullivan admitted defeat, ready to send her guest away anytime.
Auntie chuckled, pulling out something from her bag like it was a treasure.
It looked about the size of an eggplant.
"Sally, look at this! I picked it specially for you."
Auntie pressed a button, and the thing started buzzing immediately.
Sarah's face turned black in an instant.
"Auntie, take it back, I don't need it! And, Brightan often visits me. I'm begging you, can you stop bringing these weird things around? I've gotten used to your antics, but Brightan is really a kid!"
"What about Brightan? I want to get one for him too... Sally, put the stool down, you're scaring me with such bad luck... What's wrong with giving this? Huh? Hahaha!"
Auntie suddenly burst into laughter.
Leaving Sarah stunned.
