I have never felt this uncomfortable in my life before.
I swear even if Arnold begged me on his knees to meet his family again, I’d never say yes.
I don’t know when exactly this turned into an interrogation.
And being interrogated by maybe two or three family members sounds bearable, even ten sounds bearable, but a whole lot of fifty guys wanting to know all about me, where I come from?
Where my family is from?
How many siblings I have?
What jobs my parents do?
What course I do in school?
How do my lecturers treat me in school?
For a moment I was tempted to say Eric has been mean to me, but they just kept bombarding me with more questions, so I thought against it.
Then it came to meal time and I have never seen a meal have that much meat in my life.
There was just too much meat.
