#Chapter125
Behave When There Are Kids Around
XANDRY
Days went by uneventfully. I submitted the first half-year report a week earlier than I used to, but Dad, well, he wasn’t impressed. During our family dinner, I was like an invisible person to him, until after dinner when I walked to his office. Dad was in the red lounge chair with an empty glass, where he usually sat when not behind his desk.
My stomach rolled. /"What’s the deal with your silence, Dad? Did I happen to develop some kind of invisibility?/"
He didn’t reply or move. He kept staring at the old painting owned by his late father, Henry Archibald Williams.
