“Well it’s not skin off my nose,” she said calmly, “but seems like your boy’s old enough to make up his own mind. How old is he?”
“Thirty,” Mrs. Stubbs said, “but he’s a young thirty.”
“There’s no private matters in this town, Merle,” Grandma said. “Everybody’s private business is public property.”
“Yes, and you’ve stuck your nose in ours!” Mrs. Stubbs said, speaking up sharp. “You got that Eubanks gal upstairs this minute.”