They ride back home was tensed and silent. So, Kamala’s interest was piqued when her usually soft-spoken mother launched into an angry diatribe.
“How could you behave so atrociously, Dileep?” his wife hissed. “You turned their anniversary celebration into a ruckus, despite my request to let bygones be bygones.”
Dileep scoffed, as the car slowed down near the intersection. “I merely spoke my mind. It’s not my fault if your folks are too prickly and high-handed.”
“Oh of-course! Blame their self-respect,” she sneered. “And not the vitriol you spewed infront of their guests, which could be heard across the street.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday #169.
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