Derek would have found the large portrait of the family interesting and beautiful to look at, if it hadn’t been brought by his uncle.
“Was it a peace offering?” He thought to himself. Well if it was, It was a sham. He concluded, removing his eyes from the portrait which was a fine piece of art with beautiful bright colors; it was painted.
He turned to see his father and his uncle staring at him inquisitively. ‘Did they ask for anything?’ He thought, as he stared back at them, piquing up his eyebrows in the process; not minding that it seemed rude after zoning out on them.
“Derek..” His father called. “Didn’t you get the question?”
“What question?” He asked.
“Don’t tell me you zoned out while we were discussing important matters!!” Peter bawled, his voice booming across the ends of th
