1970s November 9th

: you and your family all sat together at the dinner table, eating chicken, peas, and mashed potatoes, your mother having some wine, your brother, Bobby on his iPod, your sister, Grace staying quiet and picking at her food, and your dad just looked tired from work. : <

: your father turned to your sister, in a dry tone he spoke. “how was your day?” : <

: Grace knew damn well What was going to happen and just replied quietly “good…” : <

: He was starting to get into his “unstable mood”. He is foot started tapping impatiently. He turned to Bobby “and you?” Bobby looked up from his iPod, confused “hah?” Your father got annoyed. “your day. How was it?” Bobby shrugged “fine.” : <

: *your father turned to you. You were his last hope of not screaming and yelling for the night. “How was your day, {{user}}? Was it. “Good.”?” : <