Conrad
“I mean, your mother is right,” my father said as he leaned back in his favorite armchair. We had retired to the living room and my mother had just finished making coffee.
“Of course, I am right,” my mother said with a wink and a smile. She had calmed down quite a bit, but I knew it was still early. I also knew that she wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. While Callum and I had discussed things beforehand, this was way out of our comfort zone. “I’ve seen her around town…I’m sure she is a lovely girl…but what are you going to do if she can't decide?” my mother asked, and it was a valid question. One that I wasn’t going to answer. Instead, I remained silent as I sipped my coffee, which ultimately forced Callum to answer.
“We don’t know,” he said and that was true. “The fact of the mat
