I don’t know (and don’t want to know) how long the Tinker women are going to be around. At first sight, I knew this is going to be good! I am glad, of course, that they are the other side of the wall of fiction. In real life, I would keep as far away from them as I possibly could. But at a safe remove, they are fun to watch.
Thursday, they completely took over from the minute the door opened to show them standing there like the witches of Macbeth. Then they saw Jason and assumed he was the fiancé. Mother and grandmother were gobsmacked. Arlene too, but she recovered quickly and moved in. Straight across the room to him, every muscle and nerve ending ready to pounce. And only Jason could stand there, completely oblivious, as those three salivated like he was a meal on a plate.
Beth corrected them: Jason was just there to fix the radiator. Kirky would soon be home. When he walked in, simultaneously, three faces filled with lascivious interest changed to disappointed amazement. There is this standing in her living room, and that is what she’s marrying?
The Tinkers continued their takeover of the living room; making themselves at home, demanding tea, criticizing plans, making Kirk nervous.
Next night, the eve of the wedding, they thought they were alone in the house. So they voiced their opinion of Kirk – packs boxes and talks like Goofy – and Beth’s wisdom in marrying him. They did not know Kirk was there, on the stairway listening to every word.
He has had enough difficulty believing that Beth, a goddess in his eyes, would actually marry him. Now he’s heard her family express those same doubts. Poor Kirk. I hope he believes Chesney’s words, that he is a good man, a man to be respected and emulated, with the integrity of Superman.