The Great Aunties said she mustn’t eavesdrop. They never said she couldn’t listen to other people talk.
“ … of course it’s not ideal … ”
Sophia frowned and leaned forward, straining to hear. What wasn’t ideal?
“Typical of Margaret, never thinking,” her mother muttered.
Her eyes widened. Aunt Margaret? Her most favorite relative? Was that who they were speaking of?
“She thought,” came Uncle’s retort. “She just didn’t think enough of us to choose otherwise.”
There was a silence for a long moment, and Sophia wondered if they would speak again, but then her mother’s voice, softer and sadder, asked, “Do you truly believe that?”