She likes to eat while talking with her brother.
That's what she told me, and I don't know if I should applaud her, give her homage, and even roll out a red carpet for the queen to walk on, or stand up to her for what she claims.
Stand up to her, refuse, and not explain my actions. That's what I should do.
Before she arrived at this mansion, the prostitutes would come and go with a simple call. Something my father always reproached me for, but he's always been far enough away to prevent this from becoming a conflict between us.
Besides, he, more than anyone, knows that, as a man, I have needs to attend to, and we both know that if he reproaches me for bringing prostitutes to the house, it's only to avoid a war with mom.
We both know he looks out for himself by putting me in my place w
