“Yes, you will!”, she said with an expression that clouded over in irritation. She bent down and said in low tones in his ear, “Remember you look like a little boy! You can’t refuse! Everyone here will talk. Don’t you realize that mothers talk to each other about their children and their children’s friends? Do you want me to lose my job? I insist that you play with him, if only to keep up appearances! You have no choice!”, Anita replied.
“It’s embarrassing!”, Howard told Anita with a dark look on his face.
“Would you like to walk home?”, Anita said with a sweetly threatening smile on her face.
“You wouldn’t!”, Howard exclaimed with a machismo his body no longer had.
“She was being polite and offered to let her son play with you. It would be rude to refuse.