“I thought your parents were coming tonight?” James said.
“They are. They said they would meet us here at the restaurant at 6,” replied Barbara.
“I’m only waiting five more minutes,” James stated angrily.
Barbara sighed. James could be so angry sometimes. She didn’t understand it. She had hoped tonight would be special. James was standing beside her tapping his foot, arms crossed. She thought he might ask her to marry him after dinner.
“Barb, you’re so spoiled when you’re with your family. I’d rather have dinner just with you,” James said.
Barbara just looked at him. She knew he didn’t like her family but he’d never said anything like that.
“You wouldn’t be that spoiled if you were living with me.”
Barbara started walking away and ran into her parents.
“Dad, take me home. With you,” Barbara said to her dad.
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