"Do you really have to drink, Catherine?" My mother asks for the thousandth time, looking at me angrily, as I drink my second glass of whiskey."You are about to sell me like a cow, so yes mom, I need to drink". I say in an ironic tone, watching her look at me with disgust."That's no way to talk to your mother". My father scolds me."Why? Is she going to cry?" I ask ironically."Quiet!" My grandfather speaks a little louder, in my direction. "If you can't act polite, just ignore them". He completes the scolding.I just nod, remaining silent. Soon an employee of the restaurant enters, announcing that our guests had arrived. We get up and wait for them. I see Mr. David Conner enter first, possessing a smile on his face.Right behind comes Thomas Conner, making me roll my eyes. But soon another person enters, making me widen my eyes. By God, what was he doing here? He puts on a smile as soon as he sees my reaction, making me look away."Are you okay, sweetheart?" My grandfather asks, lo
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