"Not mad, but she still won't come eat, will she? She's not even answering my calls." My dad snorted.
"I didn't answer your calls because I was too busy with work this time. Why hold on to this little thing forever?"
"It's fine. No need to answer anymore. You won't need to answer in the future either."
From now on, there will be no more calls.
Neither from my mother, nor from me.
"Why are you talking like that?" My dad was about to blow up, but suddenly seemed to remember something.
His face darkened, and in a low voice, he said, "What did your mom say? When is she going to give me back access to the card?"
So, he hadn't come to apologize or make amends. He had come for money.
"Dad, let me ask you a question first. Can you go to Disneyland while on a business trip?" I laughed.
My dad froze for a second, then, humiliated and enraged, he yelled, "Did your mom investigate me? You know this is an invasion of privacy, don't you?!"
I had thought he would at least feel guilty, but instead, he turned the tables and accused us. Shaking my head, I said, "Let's just eat. No need to waste this meal."