"Tom?" Jamal called from the backseat of the car after Tom had driven for some time without saying a word.
"Hm?" Tom, who was driving, responded absentmindedly.
"Why are you always mad?" Jamal asked reasonably, and his mother, who was in the front seat, turned to cast him a warning glance while Tom scowled at him through the rearview mirror despite his mild amusement at the question.
"Who said I'm always mad?"
"Me. You are mad all the time," Jamal said, ignoring his mother.
"That's not true. I'm not always mad," Tom countered.
"Yes, you are. You were mad when we came to your house. You were mad yesterday, and now you are mad," Jamal retorted.
Tom sighed. He couldn't deny the fact that he had been mad when they came to his house. He had made it clear in the manner he had received them that morning. However, he was surprised that Jamal had noticed that and did not forget it.
