“No, Helen. I’m talking to my wife.”
I stepped between them.
“Don’t dismiss her while I’m standing here.”
Gabriel looked at me as if I had become unreasonable.
“Don’t dismiss her while I’m standing here.”
“I pay bills here,” he snapped. “I maintain this place. I work myself to the bone, and I’m allowed to use a room in my own home without asking permission.”
“You wanted a television.”
“It doesn’t matter what I wanted!”
His voice bounced off the basement walls.
“It doesn’t matter what I wanted!”
Then he said it.
“I’m the man of the house, Talia. At some point, that has to mean I get to decide something.”
Mom looked down.
Gabriel continued.
“Your mother isn’t living here permanently. My brother wanted to watch football. She said the basement was fine. End of story.”
“Your mother isn’t living here permanently.”
I stared at him.
Then I nodded.
“Okay.”
That confused him.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
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