"I think," Robert said, refilling his mug,"Brian believes that his kids need to obey him first time, every time. It's a lovely thought, but it doesn't always work like that. I think he's going through that struggle every parent faces the first time their child gets truly stubborn. Does the parent problem solve the issue or do they stick to their guns to win over principle. He wanted to solve it by getting her to simply obey. Khaat was willing to problem solve. And, honestly, there's a place for each, but in this case, I honestly wouldn't have picked on so little a thing as the color of a coat unless perhaps I'd been a muggle and unable to change that. But, even so, if I'd been a muggle father, I'd have never bought a grey coat for a kid who's nuts about pink. I'd have seen that just would not have worked. So, it seems to me that whoever bought the gray coat made the first mistake where Miss Abbey is concerned."
"So BE that way!" Brian's angry shout came from the living room. "SEE if I care! Don't come crying to me if the werewolves are still out there!"
"Shit," Robert sighed, knowing Khaat had gotten too frustrated to try to argue with Brian when she didn't have words. She'd gone outside by herself, and Brian was too angry to be concerned at the moment. "Steven, go. Keep a distance. Just don't let anything eat her, please."
Khaat had gone outside and was walking swiftly across the yard in the cold, by herself, without at coat, as snowflakes began to spit through the air.
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