Francis nodded in agreement as Regina and Madeline took their seats at opposite ends of the table.
Madeline sat with her head down, exuding an aura of defeat.
With a casual air, Francis inquired, âWhatâs up, kiddo? Rough night, huh?â
Madelineâs eyes, lifting to meet his, were brimming with tears.
Regina couldnât help but marvel at the theatrical flair of this mother-daughter duo. They could give Broadway stars a run for their money. If only Madeline would consider an acting career, she thought, she could be hailed for her dramatic skills.
It would spare Regina the drama at home, where sometimes even she had to step into the fray, playing along in their emotional plays to keep the peace.
As Regina speared a piece of her favorite roast chicken, she had to stifle a laugh at the absurdity of it all.
âItâs alright, Dad. You know how rare it is for sis to come home. No worries, letâs just eat. Mom, werenât you saying you were starved? Here, have some more of the mashed potatoes you love.â
Seeing her play the peacemaker, how could Francis remain oblivious? He set down his fork with a stern look at Regina. âWas it so hard to ask your sister to come down for lunch? Why do you always have to stir the pot, making her upset?â
Regina was dumbfounded. âWhat did I do? I was just outside her door, and you all saw me.â
Madeline quickly interjected, âYeah, Regina didnât do anything. Letâs eat, Dad. The foo getting cold.â
âIf Regina did nothing wrong, why the long face, Madeline? I know youâre not my flesh and blood, and youâve had your share of tough times here. But since the day your mother married me, I promised to treat you as my own. And if my daughter is wronged, am I not entitled to seek justice for her?â
Imogen paused, her fork mid-air, before speaking up to calm Francis down, âOh, come on, theyâre just sisters squabbling-it happens. You know how girls are: one minute theyâre arguing, the next theyâre best friends again. Drop it, Dad, let the girls be.â
âAnd you, their mother, making light of it? Let me tell you, itâs because you spoil Regina. Youâve always taken her side, and now your daughter feels wronged and canât even express it in front of me. âSpare the rod and spoil the child; ever heard that saying?â
Imogen frowned, âThatâs taking it too far. Isnât Regina fine? Have I really spoiled her rotten? Madeline, speak up. What happened? Stop with the waterworks in front of your father. What did I teach you?
Speak your mind!â
âThatâs just it, isnât it? Before anyone knows whatâs actually happened, Iâm the villain. To the uninformed, youâd think Iâve committed some heinous crime.â Regina continued to pick at the food she liked, seemingly indifferent to the unfolding drama. But her nonchalant demeanor only fanned Francisâ
anger.
âWhat kind of attitude is that? Imogen is standing up for you; your sister is bending over backward for you. Do you think the world revolves around you? Canât you show a little empathy, or have you lost even the most basic sense of decency?â