“I’m the one who should be asking” Chris retorted, annoyed. Damn, where did that come from? He noticed Patricia’s widened eyes, also surprised at his quarrelsome behavior.
“Watch it, boy. You are stepping out of line.” Edgar’s jaw was clenched, and Chris tried to recall the last time he’d been so worked up because of him. He was probably sixteen, so it was about time to shake things up a bit. But before he could answer, his mother spoke.
“It’s late, maybe we should all go to bed.” Her tone was never that soothing, another evidence of the shady situation between them.
“Ok, what the hell is going on here?” Chris accused.
“Language!” his mother scolded, on the first evidence that she was really Patricia Wright and not some phony imitation of his mother.
“Look at what that girl has done to you!” His father raised his voice.