In front of Mr. Gale, Mr. Mark Lawson protected his son's interests, but after Mr. Gale left, Mr. Mark Lawson got into a fit as well.
''Patricia!'' He yelled his wife's name loudly and started to look for her around the house.
He was frantic.
Patricia Lawson hurried out of the garden into the living room from where she had heard her name, wondering what had happened.
''What is it? What is it?'' She asked, holding a picker knife from tending to her flowers in the garden. There was a bit of soil on the knife and on the rubber gloves she wore, but it appeared that a more serious problem than the soil dropping on the floor was on the surface.
Mr. Lawson saw her, and his eyes immediately glistened with anger.
''Is your son married?'' Mr. Mark Lawson asked abruptly.
Mr. Lawson frown
