Everyone in the room had seen the commotion. The parasol opening was as effective as a balloon popping in a library. Both the lady and the man who had a briefcase confronted the commotion.
The man got there first. Hey, look you, put the gun dow- said the man who used to hold the briefcase. Oi what do you think you're doing? cried the lady. Look at him, he has a gun Do I look like I bloody give a damn? Well take your damn umbrella the- It's not an umbrella, it's a parasol, idiot. Like there's any difference. Who the hell says let alone uses parasols anyway I do, and everyone from where I come from does.Bloody idiots from liberty Hey, no need for racism there I Didn't say anything. Yes you did No I didn't!
The man who used to have a briefcase swore under his breath. Bloody women. Should never have left the kitchen. muttered the man under his breath. Men. An uneducated welp from Liberty at that. murmured the woman.
The two looked over to see the newcomer, whom neither of them had really taken a look at properly. One glance at him, the next at the gun, and the next at the parasol.
The lady snatched up her parasol and held it as if cherishing her own baby.
It was my grandfather's. I've had it since I was 5. said the woman softly.
The two looked at the man standing there, still holding a gun. They waited for his next move.
