“The foreign drink must be expensive,” Father mentioned.
“It is called coff ee, not only for foreigners but us Chinese.” I corrected him and assured him that I could aff ord it.
This childlike assurance, unexpectedly, seemed to irritate him. It somehow triggered his anger. He shortly became quiet, miserably quiet. All of his miseries suddenly emerged on the surface of the tightened lines all over his forehead. The light of his face darkened in a blackout. Obviously, in him, a hurricane was brewing.