Today's OneWord: Manners
"Franky!" my mother stammered. "Where are your manners?"
I furrowed my brow at the question. I hadn't done anything wrong; I had merely slipped my hand across my girlfriend's knee, keeping it from shaking, due to her being so nervous. My other hand had never let go of my fork, which was loaded with mashed potatoes.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
She kept glaring at me as if expecting me to read her mind. My father cleared his throat in order to diffuse the silence.
I furrowed my brow at the question. I hadn't done anything wrong; I had merely slipped my hand across my girlfriend's knee, keeping it from shaking, due to her being so nervous. My other hand had never let go of my fork, which was loaded with mashed potatoes.
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
She kept glaring at me as if expecting me to read her mind. My father cleared his throat in order to diffuse the silence.
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