Norman Douglas's mind was in disarray as he headed straight to the study and chain-smoked one cigarette after another.
Rationality split in two: half of him denounced Purple Summers's ludicrous remarks, while the other half fretted over his son's various abnormalities.
Large clumps of cigarette ash accumulated in the ashtray, but the restlessness inside him was not alleviated in the slightest.
Disquieted, he pondered deeply for a long while before opening the door and heading to the dining room.
Without approaching, he stood from afar, watching Jane McCain and Sebastian Douglas sitting at the table, eating.
Sebastian Douglas refused to eat his vegetables, and Jane said, "How can a child be picky? Picky eaters will get pimples all over their faces, and then you won't be a handsome young man anymore!"
Sebastian responded proudly, "Sister, don't you pick your food too? I saw you picking out the fat!"