"If I don't make him go on blind dates, do you think he can find a wife on his own?"
"If he can't find one, he'll just stay single! What are you meddling for?"
"He's nothing like his older brothers. I never had to worry about them—they brought their wives home early on. But look at him..." A thought suddenly struck Mrs. Fairchild.
"Old man! Come here!"
Master Fairchild set down his tea set and walked over. "What is it that you can't just say from over there?"
"Do you think... our third son... has some kind of hidden problem? Or maybe... he doesn't like women?"
"You! Just listen to yourself! What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day?"
Mrs. Fairchild sighed. It wasn't that her imagination was running wild, but would a normal man really not have a single girlfriend? He was almost thirty!
