Robert trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh.
This man, who had been a good-natured soul for decades, now sat slightly hunched. He must have left in a hurry, forgetting his coat. He was only wearing a gray, pilling sweater, with frayed cuffs and collar. Sitting in the luxurious car, he looked a little out of place and tense.
“You know your mother’s temper. She’s still fuming, and I didn’t dare say anything more, afraid I’d just make her angrier…”
In the Hayes family, the dynamic was typical for their region—the wife was strong-willed, the husband gentle. In local slang, Emma’s father was what you would call henpecked.
“Your mom is at home washing blankets this afternoon; she wasn't at the pharmacy. When we get home and she sees you, she’s definitely going to fly off the handle. Just try to be patient with her, and don’t take it too hard.”
Knowing a family showdown was imminent, Robert was trying to prepare his daughter.
“Yes, I know.”
Emma’s personality was actually very similar to her mother’s—both were stubborn and proud.
When they used to argue, they would often end up red-faced and shouting. In her desire to win, Emma would say hurtful things that left Mrs. Hayes both furious and heartbroken.
But eleven years had passed. She was no longer that immature girl, and she knew what to expect.
The car pulled up outside the Hayes family’s house.
Before any of them could get out, a boy’s excited shout came from the yard. “Mom! My sister’s back! My sister is back!”

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