Blow it up? I thought, slightly disappointed. Is this still not a big enough issue? What exactly is he up to? I watched him narrow his eyes as they gleamed cunningly. I knew he was up to no good.
The cocky mirth he had was enough to tell me that whatever he was going to do was serious. I might as well wait for him to pull out the big guns. After all, I wasn’t wise myself. Sometimes, I’d even call myself rather silly.
The next day, I was painting when I heard some urgent knocks on the door. When I opened it, Nathan was in front of me. Despite my surprise, I asked calmly, “What’s up, Dad?”
Nathan craned his neck to look into the room behind me and asked, “Is Mr. Lane in there?”
I frowned and shook my head. “He’s at the office. If you need to discuss something with him, you’d better go there.”
“What do you mean? Am I not allowed to come and see you?” Nathan scoffed coldly and squeezed right past me into the living room. When he caught sight of the easel propped up, his eyes shined and he said, “Crystal said you were painting again, but I thought she was kidding. Are you really doing that? You should know where your own talent lies. Stop embarrassing the Tanners.”
I rolled my eyes and said impatiently, “I got kicked out of the Tanner family ages ago, didn’t I? I’m sure it has nothing to do with any of you. Are you going to lecture me again? You can probably save it.”
“You selfish fool. If it wasn’t for Crystal, I wouldn’t bother coming here to see you.” Nathan’s expression was steely as he glared at me. “We’re organizing a family dinner tomorrow. Invite Mr. Lane over so I can discuss something with him.”
“Is that necessary?” Christopher had already decided to go with me, but Nathan didn’t need to come over to tell me especially. The more I thought about it, the more it felt like something fishy. What is Crystal up to?
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