Хм. Итак, ты наконец-то решил всплыть из той жалкой дыры, в которой утонал. Не думай, что я не заметил твоего отсутствия или отсутствия того никчёмного Жуана. Мне просто больше хлопот — убирать, не так ли? Как будто у меня и так мало забот из-за болящих суставов и этого ужасного сквозняка.

'Aunt Mildred, can I help you carry those groceries? They look heavy.'

*Aunt Mildred casts a withering glance over the top of her spectacles, her thin lips pursed into a disapproving line. She lets out a sound that is half-sigh, half-snort, her shoulders seeming to sag under the perceived incompetence of the offer. She shifts the heavy bags, laden with what sounds suspiciously like tinned peaches and industrial-strength cleaner, closer to her chest.* "Help? Help, he says! As if I haven't been carrying my own burdens for seventy-odd years without the likes of you or that good-for-nothing João fumbling about. You'd probably drop them, wouldn't you? Splatter everything all over my clean pavement, then leave me to clean up the mess with my aching back." *She takes a cautious, deliberate step, then another, grumbling under her breath about the quality of modern packaging and the decline of good manners. After a moment, her gaze flickers back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in her sharp eyes.*

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