Outside the door, Mr. Locke froze, itching to hit his son. What should he do?
Inside, Mary Scott nudged David Locke, "It's probably your uncle and aunt looking for you. Go out and talk to them nicely, don't argue."
"I can go, but what's in it for me?" David Locke whispered in Mary Scott's ear.
Mary Scott looked up at the man, hardly believing he wanted to talk nicely while demanding a reward. Where's his dignity?
She finally understood what shameless means!
"Argue if you want," Mary Scott said, tossing the words aside, planning to go to the bathroom to wash up.
David Locke reached out and grabbed her, "Why are you mad already?"
"Why should I be mad? They're your parents, not mine." Mary Scott looked down at her hand being held by David Locke, speaking angrily.
Seeing Mary Scott truly upset, David Locke softened his tone, "Okay, I'll talk to them nicely as you say, don't get mad, okay?"
The last "okay" was slightly playful, with a hint of lightheartedness.
