Dorothy and her nephew, Steve, shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Porter, who had been so gung ho about honesty, now looked a little pale. Her father turned an angry shade of red, and then a furious white, as he slowly put down his fork. “Mr. Tanaka, I’m sorry you had to find out this way, I...” Porter began. Her father shook his head angrily, holding up a hand. “Don’t speak,” he growled angrily, in a tone that let Liv know just how upset he really was. Liv’s mother looked uneasy as she watched her husband’s fury grow. “Dad, if you’ll just listen.” “No,” her father said, standing up and slamming his palm down on the table, making the china rattle and the glasses shake. “I will not listen. You...you...” He glanced at Porter, and then at Liv again, unsure where to send his anger first. “Out of my house.” He pointed a steely finger at Porter’s chest. “Out...”
