“You should mind your manners.”
I could tell by the tone of my fathers’ voice that he was not really upset by what I had said, but felt like disciplining me was the only option of response that he had because he didn’t know what to say. I could understand why I had left him speechless—I would have felt the same way if someone had said what I had said to him, to me. I doubted that anyone ever would, except perhaps Dae, since he seemed intent on getting under my skin at every opportunity that he had.
“Thank you for the reminder. Shall we go inside?”
It was all that I could really say to my father. I didn’t want to launch into a lengthy discussion with him, and in order to avoid that, I needed to be careful of what I said to him. Once we had moved to his study, I
