Edward Jackson had a headache. Her imagination was really too wild, "No, it's not."
"Not?" The Old Lady didn't believe it. "It must be. You're trying to deceive me. I have considered all possibilities and this is the only one that makes sense. You certainly have a woman you like out there, and then because of her inadequate status, you refuse to tell me and also refuse to meet with any matchmaking prospects. In that case, bring her back for me to see. I don't have many requirements; as long as the girl has good character and you like her, it's okay."
"Mom, it's really not like that." Edward Jackson's headache was splitting.
The Old Lady was even more troubled than he was and glared at him, demanding, "Then why won't you get married?"
"Even if you don't want to marry, why are you unwilling to even meet the girls I introduce to you? There has to be a reason for everything. Give me one, and I won't ask anymore."