"I know you're right," Khaat said, hoping it would be really soon so that she felt like she was contributing again. Brian returned, having settled things in the playroom.
"Fortunately the attention span of a three year old doesn't last more than about 3 minutes tops," Brian said. "Its all good again now. At least with my daughter. I don't know about things with my wife."
"As you said," Khaat replied, without any emotion, "you wanted to take care of it yourself. So apparently you did."
"Do we have a problem?"
"Now why would we have a problem?" she asked with a slightly edgy tone to her voice.
"Alright," he replied quietly. "We'll talk later, then."
"Whatever you want," She said, sipping on her tea. Brian headed to the kitchen to get some coffee for himself. She looked up to see her father watching the exchange. He knew she was still unhappy with Brian but was not in the mood to discuss it.
"You need to find something productive to do," Robert told her.
"I was just thinking that myself," she said. She put the mug down and excused herself and went upstairs.
"You're an idiot," Kate scowled at Robert.
"Why now?" he frowned.
"Productive? Seriously? After she was nearly hung? What are you thinking? Do you know how she's going to interpret that?"
"A book, perhaps?" he shrugged.
"No, you git. She's most likely trying to get dressed to go in to work."
"She's not duty fit," Robert frowned.
"Then go tell her yourself," Kate said. "But do it now."
"Women!" Robert sighed, frustrated, going upstairs.