The night was deep, and the family of three sat at the dining table, staring at the now cold meals, speechless.
"Ummm... don't rush, I'll go heat it up, it'll be ready in a moment,"
Lois Abbott dropped her previous sarcastic tone, rising like a virtuous little wife to warm the food.
Greg Jensen chuckled, a smug look on his face, as he picked up his phone intent on playing a video, but suddenly noticed the little girl across from him staring at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Hmph, I don't like you anymore,"
Iris said indignantly.
Greg Jensen laughed out loud, "Not liking me is just what I want, it suits me fine!"
"You... you're mean!"
"Yeah, I'm mean."
Greg Jensen smiled and picked up his phone to start browsing videos.
Seeing this, Iris couldn't help feeling a bit aggrieved and mumbled, "Maybe... I still like you."
"Don't, for heaven's sake, don't like me," Greg Jensen replied without even looking up.
"You..."
