As a young man, why did he always need me to give him money?
My parents never thought things through and ended up doing something stupid. I just made a perfunctory reply. I told them Reid didn't come of age yet, so I couldn't sign over the flat. But he was allowed to occasionally stay here if he wanted.
But they only listened to the first half of what I said.
Reid slammed his knife and fork down on the table and started shouting.
"Hazel Thomas, it's generous enough for Mom and Dad to let you into the house! Which is more important, my SAT or your sleep? Get out as soon as you finish eating!"
My dad chimed in, "You've just been laid off, and it must be because you're terrible at your job. Hurry up and find a new job. If it were me, I wouldn't even have the guts to come home!"
I laughed angrily.
"Dad, you also know that this is my home. Is it a crime for me to come home? You ask me for money every day. How much have you given me?"
"Mom, you are also a woman. When Grandma and Grandpa asked you to support your younger brother, your voice was even louder than mine!"