Tyrell was sitting on his porch early in the morning, savoring the fresh air after being cooped up in the house all day yesterday. He frowned in frustration, smacking his lips as he heard his daughters arguing upstairs once again. With a grumble, he called out from outside.

"Latisha and Keisha, if you don’t cut out that noise! It’s early in the morning—what are you two arguing about this time?"

Rising from his seat, Tyrell headed back inside, closing the screen door behind him. He looked up the stairs and shouted,

"Latisha... Keisha... stop that fighting before I come up there and handle it myself!"