Twenty-nine.

Edna gave Edgar a small smile when she saw him walk into her office. Somehow, she was grateful for the accident that almost took place.

She liked the fact that Edgar now picked her from work after closing hours.

"Ma'am, your husband is here," Sid, who was standing before her, announced as soon as he saw Edgar too.

"She saw me so you don't really have to announce it," Edgar glared at Sid. "Stop trying to find a place here when you obviously can't fit in."

"Don't you think you're sounding a little bit like Violet and her daughter?"

Edgar scoffed in disbelief. "Are you seriously comparing me to those evil family members of yours?"

"I'm not. I just feel like you're making Sid feel how they both tried to make us feel. I feel we should be able to connect to Sid and not try to discriminate him because —"

"Because he is poor? You think I am behaving the way I am towards him because I feel he is poor?" Edgar scoffed. "Wow!"

"Because my father employed him." Edna said, frowning. "That was what