Matilda is so irrelevant and utterly illiterate that Roald Dahl would have never given Miss Wormwood that name had he known this woman.

         Her catch-phrase is “boys will be boys”. Wasn’t that annoying enough, she now grins right after repeating that nonsense whenever I’m in the room. You see, I have three gorgeous boys. The oldest two are both married to other men. My youngest, Heath, has also come out last summer. Apparently, you’re supposed to find it strange.

         Matilda, as a good wealthy lady born with the gift of speech, decided it’s a hereditary trade. “Why, do you think, Marion never got married again after William passed? Not even a boyfriend, for God’s sake! All those looks and manners, a woman doesn’t keep that just for herself. Oh, no. I bet there’s someone. And I dare say it’s not a man…”

          This I overheard the other day on my way back from the ladies room in one of the unbearable Wednesday gatherings at her place. But why would I bother talking the most alienate woman of the decade into sense? I found a better solution, quite amusing. I spent the whole afternoon throwing flirtatious comments on her whenever we found ourselves unheard. She hasn’t let a free seat beside her when I’m around ever since that day. Tell me about rewarding!

          Now what I told Heath – and his brothers before him – is that I find men much more loveable. I believe it’s only natural for one to enjoy the company of men best. Women our time rejoice themselves on being superficial. Sure, society plays its roll on encouraging us to be trophy wives and nothing more, but I believe in free will over determinism.

            So boys won’t necessarily be boys, Matilda. Nor should girls.