CAN WE LEARN TO LIVE IN PEACE?

— You’ve got to wear a dress. — I don’t have to! — It’s our family reunion, and I don’t want you to look too wild! — Fine, then I’ll just stay at home. — You’re going and that’s final! I insist that you go to the party with me. — I don’t even have a dress to wear. — Yes, you do. What about the black velvet one your grandmother gave you for your birthday? — It’s too square, too conservative. Everyone will laugh. — Everyone will think you look lovely. — Oh, great... lovely! Just how I want to look! — It’s almost time to leave. I think you’d better get ready. — Who’s going to be there? — Well, the same people as last year: your cousins, your grandparents... and, of course, great-grandmother Schuller. — Great-grandmother Schuller! She’s so old. All she does is sit in her wheelchair and watch us. She gives me the creeps (у меня от нее мороз по коже). — Carrie, this is a special party. Can’t you forget about yourself? Do you think that just because you’re young and pretty, you are better than old people? Well, I have something to tell you, young lady. Beauty is as beauty does, and I haven’t seen any signs of beauty in you for a long time. Now go to your room and get dressed.