52: MOVING IN

    LUKE'S POV   I arrived home, and the moment I stepped foot inside the house, I saw my aunt sitting down, slowly tapping the couch she perched on. She was obviously waiting for me.   “I thought I told you to come earlier. Where have you been?“ My aunt asked me the moment she sighted me.   “What's all this nonsense, huh?“ I couldn't help but get irritated by her pesky question.   “Nonsense? Is this how you talk to your elders? Don't you have some respect in that mouth of yours?“ Here she was again, speaking like she was a god or something.   “Respect? If you could hear yourself when you were talking to me on the phone, you'd know that you deserve none.“ I struck her with these words, trying to let her know the kind of person she was.   “I can see you're trying to act stubborn, just like your father.“ And she had to mention him in this.   “Don't you dare drag my father into this.“ My spleen got out, still unleashing heavily.   “What are you going to do, huh? I mean,