The LCD screen was shattered beyond repair.
Both sets of parents arrived late to the scene, initially scolding their kids before turning to Norris with apologies.
At first glance, their manners seemed intact.
But their words told a different story—
"Norris, we're really sorry, but you're doing pretty well for yourself now, aren't you? A TV isn't that expensive; it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Kids will be kids, you know? Always roughhousing. Surely, Norris, you wouldn't stoop to their level?"
"Exactly! Exactly!"
Norris was speechless.
In the end, he let it go, unable to actually ask for compensation.
But...
Norris couldn't help but feel a sting looking at his ruined TV.
Brand new, and it cost him a pretty penny...
"Alright, alright, let's all head to bed."
...
The next morning, Roseanne was rudely awakened by the sound of a TV, grabbing her phone to check the time—
Not even 6 AM.
Suddenly remembering something, she bolted out of bed and out of her room.
Surely, the noise was coming from downstairs.
But hadn't the TV been destroyed?
Descending the stairs, she found a group of middle-aged women lounging on the couch, each engrossed in their phones, watching short clips with the volume cranked up high.
Roseanne was about to intervene, knowing that the morning was Madge's prime writing time and her study was on the first floor.
With all this racket, there was no way she could concentrate.
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