With a resentful glance at Michaelis.
Some things that some folks seem to live on, and expect other folks to live on.
Michaelis looks up from Annie, who has been whispering in his ear. Beeler nods at Martha in covert approval, as she takes up dishes and goes into the kitchen.
Mrs. Beeler.
Leans forward across the table to Michaelis.
Don't mind my sister-in-law, Mr. Michaelis. It's her way. She means nothing by it.
Beeler.
Between gulps of coffee, as he finishes his meal.
Don't know as you've got any call to speak for Martha. She generally means what she says, and I guess she means it now. And what's more, I guess I do, too!
Mrs. Beeler.