Wilson was very accommodating.
"Alright, I'll wait for Vera to come and marry me."
Upon returning home, Flora, my father, and her mother Haley sat in the living room, scrutinizing me with critical eyes.
"Bang!"
The moment my father saw me, he threw an ashtray at me in anger.
With practiced ease, I dodged it.
His anger only intensified. He raised his cane, trembling as he pointed at me and demanded, "Rebellious daughter! How many times have I told you not to cause trouble and embarrass me?! Why can't you remember?!"
Flora and Haley were wiping away tears on the side, putting on a show of magnanimity as they tried to intervene.
"It's alright, honey. Vera is the older sister, and she lost her mother early. It's fine if our Flora gives in to her..."
Watching this charade unfold, I
