He glanced at me with disdain, his tone growing increasingly sarcastic, “Besides, your mom's just fine, right? Nothing bad happened to her. She didn't lose a single piece of flesh. We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves, but you’re standing there with that sour face. Who exactly are you trying to impress?”
I stared at his arrogant face, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. “Liam, leaving an elderly woman alone for hours in a strange place is nothing for you? You don’t have the heart?”
“How dare you speak to me that way!”
His mother suddenly stood up, her voice sharp as she protected her precious son.
“Anne, he did it for me! That fireworks show only happens once a year and if we’d gone late, we’d have lost the best spot! Your mom took forever in the restroom, who’s to blame for that? Were we supposed to sit around and wait for her? Why should we?” She said it so confidently, as if missing her fireworks was the greatest tragedy in the world.
With his mother backing him up, Liam’s tone grew even bolder. “Exactly! She stayed in there for half an hour! How do we know she didn’t do it on purpose? I think she just didn’t want us to have fun!”