I stirred at dad squarely, wondering what he is actually talking about, does it have to do with me talking to Norman badly or rather, me not apologizing to him. I wondered.
Dad didn't beat around the bush with his thoughts, he said them straightly into my face, not bothering if I heard it or not.
"Pearl, you wouldn't apologize anymore, in fact, that long time given for you to apologized has now passed. You will now be punished," he fired.
Using his thumb and forefinger to massage his mustache dad thought for a punishment he could give me. The man I know will never give me any hard punishment, in fact, he was really so bad in punishing his children, except the whip though.
At twenty-three, it was out of the question that dad will ever use the cane on me. The only reason I even still
