It couldn’t be more familiarly frightening. I dared not, for he would do as he said.
Luckily, mother came. Her asthmatic appearance distracted father from becoming a raging animal. He relented and sat down. Goodness, his fire was concealed.
An idiot driving a dusty silver van hooted continually as the electric gate was slowly moving aside. This immediately annoyed us, and father the most. He complained sarcastically, “These young ones, I don’t understand why they are so arrogant, so cocky, so impatient and so lacking in good manners. Apparently, it takes time for the gate to open. Christ! Only thirty seconds, even less than thirty seconds! What’s wrong with the young people nowadays?”
