“He led me to where he had a keg of beer set up on the counter along with stacks of red solo cups. “You fill these for people.”
“I nodded in agreement, although I hadn’t needed it explained to me.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes sir,” I responded.
“Look at me when I address you,” he ordered.
My gaze shifted from the keg to him. “Yes sir,” I remembered to say.
“Good, it seems like you know your place now,” he remarked, but his tone was too neutral to be mocking me. His gaze became cunning as he regarded me, and it made me nervous about what he was plotting.
“You told me you’re not like your mother,” he said.
“I’m not,” I replied.
He gave me a warning look. “What are the only two words that should come out of your mouth when you speak to me?”
“Yes sir,” I answered.
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