"What do you mean he left in the middle of dinner?" Goerge asked.
"Exactly that uncle, he just up and left." Patricia said through clenched teeth.
"What did you do?" He asked.
"Me?" She said in disbelief "why do you assume I'm the one that did something wrong?" Her uncle gave her a pointed stare.
"I didn't do anything wrong" She affirmed.
"Well if you didn't do anything to make him leave then you probably didn't do enough to make him stay." George said leaning into his leather office sit.
Patricia laughed in disbelief, "Hey, why do I have to be the one that has to be at fault? He left in the middle of dinner, you should be questioning his choices, or his manners. Why are you asking all this foolish questions?" She scolded her uncle.
Her uncle laughed as well, a laugh similar and dangerous. A trait all Lee's carried, the type of laugh like that of a rattlesnake warning you of incoming danger.
