Holly Winslow looked up at Mortimer Quincy, a little tempted. "Can you call Mom and ask where they're playing mahjong?"
"We're not going, honey. Didn't you say you had homework problems you couldn't solve? Bring them here, I'll explain them to you."
Mortimer really didn't want his wife to play mahjong. If she won, it was fine. But if she lost, he was the one who suffered.
He'd have to spend the whole night helping her practice her mahjong skills.
One time, they played all night long.
Holly Winslow: "..."
'She wants to play mahjong, but he wants to tutor her?'
She shook her head in "disappointment." "Quincy the Puppy, I've discovered you've completely lost your romantic charm."
'Romantic charm?'
Mortimer gave her a look loaded with meaning, and Holly understood instantly. "..."
'This guy's mind is in the gutter again.'
She gave him a light kick. "You have such a dirty mind."
