— 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.
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