She doesn’t seem to care about my objection. With a demanding voice, she says, “Pita, come to my room.”
“What for Mom?”
“Just come to my room.”
She waves her right hand, signaling me to follow her immediately. Her facial expression shows that something is bothering her, and she needs to talk about it.
I fold my unbuttoned shirt like a kimono and hold it tight with my arms, then follow Mom to her room.
“Something wrong?”
“Ssstt…lower your voice and close the door.”
She acts strangely, but I obey her dutifully. I patiently wait for what she will tell me. She holds out a man’s golf T-shirt and a pair of golf shoes. They both look new.
“Your Dad just bought these,” explains Mom. “He will wear them tomorrow for his golf game.”
“So….?” I don’t understand why Mom is annoyed.
“I think your Dan plans to seduce a young girl.”
