Viola
I fixed my posture and approached my parents at the coffee shop. They weren't even conversing when I got there. Mother was talking Father'a ear off and wasn't even listening. He was too busy looking through his cell.
None of that deterred Mother from speaking. I felt sorry for her.
"Good morning," I greeted as I sat. I gestured for my guards to give us a considerable amount of space and they did.
"At least your husband is protecting you well," Father remarked and sized me up. "He's not doing the right thing. Women always become whores when given freedom. He shouldn't let you leave the house or have a phone."
I wish I could have said I was shocked by his statement but I wasn't. Mother wasn't allowed to leave the house unless it was with him. There were a few times when she was allowed to leave; when she was taking us shopping.
She wasn't even allowed to have friends.
