"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore. I can't just sit here," Yvonne Vaughn said, peeking through her fingers as she stood up and tugged on Ms. Sutton. "Come on, Ms. Sutton. Let's go to the courtyard and walk this off."
Ms. Sutton, who knew how to take a hint, immediately smiled and nodded.
And so, Yvonne Vaughn pulled Ms. Sutton toward the door. "Don't you two get carried away," she called back over her shoulder.
But as soon as they were out the door, Yvonne Vaughn stopped and pressed herself against the doorway, refusing to budge.
Ms. Sutton paused. "Madam, didn't you want to walk off the meal? How are you going to do that pressed against the door?"
Yvonne Vaughn waved her hand dismissively. "We'll do that later, later!"
Ms. Sutton followed Yvonne Vaughn's line of sight and realized the madam was spying on her son and future daughter-in-law.
"Good heavens, Madam, what are you doing!" Ms. Sutton exclaimed in a hushed voice.
