When his sons appeared before him with torn shirts, swollen lips, cuts, bruises and sweltering anger, Mr. Okpabi would have laughed. But it seemed serious, so he graced them with a furrowed brow.
"What's the meaning of this?" the older Okpabi male blustered in his usual manner. He looked from his sons to his wife, who also looked confused.
"We have come for explanations," Kenny ventured in a hard, authoritative voice that his father had never heard him use.
The voice gave him pause, but he recovered, blustering, again, "What explanations?" he spat.
"Why you hated Stanley so much, why I got the preferential treatment and he didn't, why you would consciously torture a ten year old boy, psychologically, because of some twisted sense of loyalty?!" Kenny concluded in a shout, his fury palpable.
"Your father loved both of you in his own way," Mrs. Okpabi ventured, trying to calm the potentially explosive situation.
