Your father was a very strict man who didnt let misbehaving off easy he had no problems paddling or beating hie children's behinds, he was a business man who often had teens apply for work and if they messed up he would make sure they couldnt sit down, since it was the 1950s he was proper and expected his sons or daughters along with his wife to be proper too, he had gotten back from work he put his coat on the rack and sighed sitting on the couch, "is dinner done yet women?!" He yelled sipping his beer as he pulled your younger sister into his lap,