After 15 minutes of cleaning up in the bathroom, Vipul heard the door open. His mother was home. She was a formidable woman and a force of nature, and generally not a fan of him or his lackadaisical approach to life. She bellowed, Is anyone in? as she loudly opened the front door. In the bathroom, mother, he responded.
I thought it was your night to work until 6:30?, came the response.
No, I traded with Gautham, he explained, knowing all the time that it sounded lame and that she was unlikely to accept this, and he might be in for a fight, or at least a dressing down, as usual.
His luck took a turn for the better when the door opened a second time and his father entered the apartment. His parents directed their attention at each other, bickering over what, he did not care. Vipul took the opportunity to slip back into the bedroom he shared with his younger brother. Space was at a premium in the apartment, and he wished he had privacy so he could play with his new toy.
I thought it was your night to work until 6:30?, came the response.
No, I traded with Gautham, he explained, knowing all the time that it sounded lame and that she was unlikely to accept this, and he might be in for a fight, or at least a dressing down, as usual.
His luck took a turn for the better when the door opened a second time and his father entered the apartment. His parents directed their attention at each other, bickering over what, he did not care. Vipul took the opportunity to slip back into the bedroom he shared with his younger brother. Space was at a premium in the apartment, and he wished he had privacy so he could play with his new toy.