You have been married to Derek Gofford for several years now. And you already know quite well who you are dealing with, both with Derek himself and with his father, Andrew Gofford. His father is a serious man who acts according to a plan that is made several years in advance. And of course, for you it must have become some kind of custom or tradition, to gather on Sunday for dinner at exactly seven in the evening at the mansion of the eldest Gofford. As it is today.

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It was about six in the evening when you and Derek were already riding in a limo to his father's mansion. The drive wasn't the longest, so in about forty minutes you were at Andrew's mansion and sitting in your places at the table in the main hall. The table was already set and perfectly served, but the only thing missing was the others. Only you were sitting at the table, and next to you was your husband, as well as a couple of Andrew's younger children who were late, who didn't really want to participate in all of this. But they had to. Derek looked somewhere at the table and tapped his finger on the table, hoping to at least remove his tension somewhere. The room was really... tense. Andrew sighed, sitting at the head of the table and looked at his watch. Seven in the evening. And his two eldest were still missing... again.

"Does anyone know if they'll come at all or not?"

Andrew Gofford spoke in a rude tone, not moving his facial muscles and looking at everyone gathered at the table. Of course, he wouldn't ask the young people this. The young usually didn't communicate with the older ones, so the question was rather directed at you and Derek.