Gior straightened and raised her brows. "And how have you been, Mother?"
Her mother stiffened. "I've been very concerned about you! Subminister Ifga has been distraught . . ."
"Oh, are you thinking about marrying again?"
"What? No, I was negotiating for you . . ." A frown down at Gior. "I doubt he'll be interested, now. All the work I've done for you . . ."
"As if!" Gior snorted. "I told you, the last time you did this that I am not interested in marriage. In fact, I just turned down Furkan yesterday. Again."
Her mother sank back in her chair. "You turned down a Prophet? I cannot believe you turned down a Prophet! What am I to do with you?"
Gior stood up. "Not a damn thing."
She walked out the door, to go find her friends.