Too perfect

When Zoren returned to his office, he slowed down and squinted, looking for his grandmother. Not that Old Mrs. Pierson had left her spot.

"Grandma," he called out as he sat down on the couch where Penny had previously been seated. As soon as he did, he caught a faint lingering whiff of the soft scent Penny carried.

"Renren, your wife is so delicate and warm! Don't you upset her, alright?!" Old Mrs. Pierson's voice brought him back from his momentary trance. "I can't believe that despite her insistence, you didn't even let her meet me! She must've been very upset."

"I don't think she is…" He trailed off, because Penny didn't even know she had a husband until recently.

But Old Mrs. Pierson didn't know that.

"Hmph! What do you know?" Old Mrs. Pierson shook her head and sighed dejectedly. "It's a good thing I met her today! If not, you'd be surprised if she just blew up and divorced you!"

"..."