The two gentlemen sat there in silence, avoiding eye contact and sighing. One was scared while another was mad. Peter was the scared one, he could feel his heartbeat in his own head, his fingers were getting sweaty his lips dry and his eyes dilating. He needed some fresh air.
"Why are you here peter, haven't you done enough already?"
He cleared his throat, "Am here to apologize to Anita she didn't even get to hear my side of the story"
"That's because there is nothing to hear from you!"
"With all due respect there is a lot she doesn't know sir"
"You looked guilty, you're guilty right now. What did my poor daughter do to you? Is it because she has less money than you do?"
That was a challenge he always knew will come up. Their difference on the socioeconomic ladder. But never in a mil
