I stood up violently, my trembling palms making the silverware clatter as I walked away from the table. I pulled the shawl around my shoulders, and turned again. Man, I never could learn to shut up, could I? "You can disown me, for all I care - but you're not dragging me to your 'London estate', which is probably built on blood money or something worse," I hissed. I'll have to ask Kazuma to invest in one of those muzzles that they advertise in the magazines. Maybe it'll work. I looked back into my father's face, and my heart wrenched. His expression had not even _changed_. It was the exact same. What did I have to do, fly at him with a spear to get a reaction?! My head was spinning so fast that I didn't notice Kazuma walking up to me and placing a hand into the crook of my elbow. He leaned closer to me and whispered again. "Don't say another word." "You have permission to gag me," I answered, and Kazuma turned back to my father. Sherri looked, to say the least, like a disgruntled Gorgon. Not pleasant. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/32971