"The guy's got nothing going for him. Family's from the middle of nowhere. Couldn't even scrape together a decent wedding gift."
"If Dad hadn't taken pity on him, he never would've set foot in this house."
Felicity's voice was barely above a whisper. "That's enough. Stop."
"Am I wrong, though?" Steve set down his phone and sat up straight. "Look at Mr. Wang's son-in-law. The guy started his own import-export company. Pulls in millions a year."
"Now look at ours. Eats our food, lives under our roof, coasts through a few years at the company, and suddenly thinks he's somebody?"
"You ask him to write one business plan, and after two weeks he still can't squeeze out a damn thing. What good is he?"
Valerie chimed in. "That's enough out of you. Your sister knows the score."
"I'm just saying she deserves better."
Steve slumped back into the couch and picked up his phone again, thumbing back to his game.
The living room went quiet for a few seconds.
Felicity never said a word.
I stood where I was, listening to all of it, my face blank.
On the shoe cabinet by the entryway sat an umbrella. Felicity had told me to take it this morning. The forecast called for rain.
I looked at the umbrella.