The dinner was founded in strict 'out of topic discussions' like family and town. Botch spoke of his daughter been a pain as she grew into womanhood, and he made us drunk with his lifestyle. Not that I didn't love it but it was just out of the circle of worries which our main focus was on, FREDDY the silent demon.
It was difficult not to think of it. While everyone tried to chill with the last moment of peace left for them.
"Bang! She slammed the door just because I didn't let her skip class for a manicure." Botch explained and Dad laughed. Mum looked a little crossed.
"Women see their appearance as everything you know," Mum said.
Dad and Botch knew better than to argue with a woman's word. They discussed for some more hours even when dinner was over.
We all gathered in the livin
