Dad came stomping out of his room.
“Stop humouring him, Ronnie! Stop babying that boy!” Said Dad.
I could see I would not win this argument.
“It’s time for dinner,” said Mom.
“I’m going to the conference room for the pack meeting,” said Dad.
“Eat with the family first,” insisted Mom.
“You have more than enough family around for you to eat with,” said Dad, brushing past Mom.
Mom looked shocked as she watched him go.
“Chasity, dinner time,” I called.
Mom grabbed my arm, pulling me around to face her, holding my arm kind of tightly. I yanked it away.
“Chasity will not have meals with us,” she said.
“What?” I asked. “She has to eat!”
“And she will, in her room,” said Mom.
"Why can’t she…” I began.
“I am the parent and you are the child,” hissed Mom.
I glared at her. Mom and I p
