the miserable little prick was about to find out about my interpretation of work-to-rule . moms voice drifted from somewhere within the house . i poured coffee in my cup and sat down next to my dad . he looked back over his shoulder , meanness in his eyes . please , explain it to me so i can find a way to help him . i hope they are still in touch . my appearance at your door evidently was n't as dramatic as his . maybe marriage actually would work for her . 