He stood up unsteadily and returned very slowly to his side of the table, leaning heavily on the cane as he sank into the chair and lifted his spoon. He found himself looking at the spoon for several long minutes, almost unsure what to do with it, but he eventually resumed eating his soup.
I hate this motherfucker. For ignoring his fucking family and especially his daughter… until now, when he assaulted her with his drinking glass.
