Living with the old man.
"I can see that Just fine, you and your mother do have a lot of similarities here. You got your hair from her too, your nose too, your eyes too, your tiny smile too. Overall, she is a beautiful woman and you stole it all from her, ah what a stealing son!." Abigail taunted happily gazing at the beautiful woman in the picture.
Elias rolled his eyes and shook his head, he stole all his beauty from his mother did his wife forget he was a man and not a woman or did she see him as a man? "I am handsome and not beautiful, I am a man, and not a woman get that clear," Elias remarked and took a seat where others usually did when they came to meet him.
"Of course, I know you are a man. Would I get married to a woman? Of course not, a beauty like me won't waste her time on silly girls." Abigail said with a hint of mockery and pride in her voice, she patted her head to clean the imaginary dust on it.