Chapter 9

Mummy and daddy thinks our cars are too small and we need more room for a baby, Joanne tried to explain.

"Shut up!" Ross shouted. "Mummy thinks! Daddy this, mummy that! That's all I ever heard in this house. Does it ever occur to you that i might have idea of my own, Joanne? It's a strange kind of marriage when the husband is never consulted about anything."

Joanne closed her eyes and tried to keep back the tears, stinging her eyelids, from falling, but they spilled all over and ran down her face as she cried out. "Damn it, Ross Chester, I don't understand you at all."

"That may turn out to be the understatement of the year!" Ross exclaimed angrily. "So little rich girl, you thought you understood me? Yet you were so sure I'd jump out of my skin for joy anytime your father in his great generosity gives me a present? I don't need a Mercedes Benz. I'm fact, I don't need any such tokens from either of your parents. I know you cannot tell them, you're too chicken, do I'll do it for you.