Emily POV
"Where did Darla get the money for that blouse, if she's not wearing what I gave her? You're not giving Darla money from what I send for the business, are you, Mother?" I don't waste any time and interrupt the topic of conversation, tipping the scales in my favor.
"What stupid things are you saying, Emily? Of course not, what you send is invested in our debts, we don't have a single euro left to play barbies like Darla."
"You are lying mother."
"You shut up Darla!" He threatens her while pointing at her: "Come on Clarke, the sack."
He struggles to get out of it and when he does, he holds it out to Darla with all his characteristic patience: "Use it now, please."
"But daddy, I'll damage my outfit!"
At this point, more than one eye was on us, and I already felt like disappearing.
"I'll slap your face if you don't put on that jacket right now, Darla" Obviously, it's my loving mother who talks like that: "Put it on, but now."
"Mom."
