"Why not?" Marcella asked. "Why can't I do what I want?"
"Do you really want to~" Tony sighed. He pursed the fingers of both his fingers in front of her face. "That's your family home! I can't… I don't understand what… Marcella…"
Although he sounded calm, the gestures and his eyes told her that he was mad.
"Yes, it is," she said. "And now that Dad is gone and it is left to me, I can do what I want to do with it. I have the money," she shrugged.
"Money! Is money the~" Tony took a full circle with his hands spread. Maybe he tried to calm himself down.
He then looked at her bending to her level. "Marcella, is this really you?" he asked. "I don't think you are… It's not you."
His lips were twitching and she could see the distance and confusion in his eyes. He was struggling to keep himself calm.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
