"But that doesn't give you the right to treat your daughter like a tool." I guess this was just being hypocritical of me. I knew this woman didn't think of her daughter as nothing more than a tool and yet, I couldn't accept reality.
Marg was behind me, grabbing my shirt slightly. I guess this scenario was a bit nostalgic to her.
"A tool?" She chuckled loudly. "Well, you're right. But now that she's ruined, I can't even marry her off to a bald bastard."
'Hey, just because a person's bald doesn't mean they're bad.' I didn't know why but that kind of stung.
I sighed. My saber was kind of in the middle of something, so I couldn't just whip up a sword. "Marg, can I have your saber?"
"Sure."
I was glad she brought hers with her even on her date. I'd bought mine too but that was just out of habit.
