After a simply delightful breakfast of eggs and bacon fixed by my dearest Susan, I settled down in the living room to do my daily routine of reading the newspaper for an hour before going back to work in my lab. At approximately 9:55, I saw my adopted daughter come out of the elevator in one of her casual, yet elegant dresses.
"Mary, why are you wearing that? You know very well we're not going out in public right now."
"Good morning, Father dearest. WE'RE not going out, but I am."
She responded in a rather curt voice.
"Now Mary, you know better than to speak to me like that!" I exclaimed just a little too late as she walked back on to the elevator, and pushed the button to go down.
She was gone for a little while, then a ring sounded from the elevator as she and another man exited into the living room.
"Now sir, if you follow me this way, we can talk this case out in my room."
"Wait a minute! What exactly is going on here?" I immediately questioned the black suited man that was holding Mary's hand.
"Dr. Richards, I would suggest that you not say anything else while I'm around. Anything that leaves your lips becomes evidence for this young lady's case."
"CASE?! MARILYN ANGEL RICHARDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I bawled out. Mary replied in a calm, yet rather wry voice.
"Father, I would take this kind man's advice rather wholeheartedly. I am suing you."
In fear, I responded.
"What? You could not. Mary, that is impossible for you to do at your age. Sir, is she for real?"
"She most certainly is Dr. Richards. And like I said, anything you say from here on out shall become evidence for Marilyn's case."
"Yeah Father dearest, better watch your mouth." Mary snidely said.
And as I stood there watching them head back onto the elevator after Mary got two packages of shortbread and Fig Newton cookies; and some bottles of ginger ale, I was in a state of shock. A state of shock that would keep its hold on me throughout that day, and possibly the rest of that week.
"Mary, why are you wearing that? You know very well we're not going out in public right now."
"Good morning, Father dearest. WE'RE not going out, but I am."
She responded in a rather curt voice.
"Now Mary, you know better than to speak to me like that!" I exclaimed just a little too late as she walked back on to the elevator, and pushed the button to go down.
She was gone for a little while, then a ring sounded from the elevator as she and another man exited into the living room.
"Now sir, if you follow me this way, we can talk this case out in my room."
"Wait a minute! What exactly is going on here?" I immediately questioned the black suited man that was holding Mary's hand.
"Dr. Richards, I would suggest that you not say anything else while I'm around. Anything that leaves your lips becomes evidence for this young lady's case."
"CASE?! MARILYN ANGEL RICHARDS! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I bawled out. Mary replied in a calm, yet rather wry voice.
"Father, I would take this kind man's advice rather wholeheartedly. I am suing you."
In fear, I responded.
"What? You could not. Mary, that is impossible for you to do at your age. Sir, is she for real?"
"She most certainly is Dr. Richards. And like I said, anything you say from here on out shall become evidence for Marilyn's case."
"Yeah Father dearest, better watch your mouth." Mary snidely said.
And as I stood there watching them head back onto the elevator after Mary got two packages of shortbread and Fig Newton cookies; and some bottles of ginger ale, I was in a state of shock. A state of shock that would keep its hold on me throughout that day, and possibly the rest of that week.