Nodding In Amusement
As Richard spoke at length about needing the house, I offered small nods, doing my best to maintain a straight face. Though the urge to roll my eyes was strong, I settled for a polite smile while enduring his stern lecture about sharing and respect—words that meant little given the circumstances. The irony of it all made it nearly impossible to keep my amusement in check, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.
Nodding In Amusement
Tenant Talk
Richard’s lecture dragged on, touching on family hierarchy as he spoke to me like I was just a tenant. I listened silently, entertained by his delusions of control and the confidence with which he assumed the upper hand. On the outside, I nodded along like a dutiful listener, but inside, I was barely containing the laughter bubbling beneath the surface. He had no clue just how misplaced his sense of authority truly was.
Tenant Talk
