I naturally got the third degree about where I had been, and I admit I was insolent in my responses. Dad looked very uncomfortable at this whole scene.
“Well, Joy,” Mother concluded, “I think enough is enough. It’s high time you had a little discipline put back in your life, and as soon as you have finished eating, we will see about doing just that.”
“Please, Jean…” my father began but Mother interrupted him. “Derek, we’ve talked about this. A little bit of discipline will do her no harm; in fact, it will do her a great deal of good.” My dad slumped back into silence.
My mouth was about as dry as the food as I tried to eat my dinner, and eventually I had to admit defeat and put my knife and fork down. “Finished?” Mother inquired. “Right, then – let’s get this over and done with, Joy. Come with me.”