With a nervous gulp, Tiffany dropped the food and turned to face Susan. She sensed that her mother was suspicious of her motive for carrying this picture, and Susan would not believe her explanation, whatever it might be.
"M-Mom I..." Tiffany was about to say something, but before she could get her mouth working, their house door burst open and Jacob entered.
Tiffany stared in shock at her father, who looked slightly drunk but not nearly drunk enough to collapse any time soon. Still, his arrival gave her a brief window of opportunity to flee.
"I appreciate the supper. I am going to bed," Tiffany said as she hurried from the dining area, racing into her room and shutting the door behind her.
Sensing her intention, Susan sighed and quickly looked away to tend to her husband.
