A deafening silence has settled over the room as each one of us is playing it all over and over in our heads. I could have just sworn my father suggested that they sell up and follow me on over to Pendleton. Now he is either completely drunk or gone insane, for my father in all my living years has refused to step his feet out of this town, let alone leave it.
If my mother was mad at my dad before this, then I have no idea from just looking at the expression on her face what she is now. I do not know if she is crying from anger or if she is, in fact, laughing in my dad's face. Her words are mumbled and coming as strangled stutters as they leave her lips.
What seems like almost ten minutes have passed, she finally manages to compose herself. "Richard, this is not funny. The kids are having a baby, and they are leaving. Do not mess around like this."
"Denice, I am serious; I am getting tired of Betty and all these people that cannot stay out of your face."
