"No! No! No! Darling! Let me explain!" John immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, babbling, "It's the TV! It's that guy from China! He rescued a little polar bear, and then..."
Carosi wasn't listening to his explanation at all; the bloodline of the fierce Ohio farming family fully awoke at that moment.
She pulled her still-crying son Tommy into her arms and sat down next to John, tugging at his ear.
"John!" Her voice was low, but it was filled with the terrifying energy of a volcano about to erupt.
"Is your underdeveloped brain, damaged by football, making you start to doubt whether Tommy is your biological son? You better explain everything clearly today, or I promise, the next one to be sent away will definitely be you!"
"Oh! Ouch! Ouch! Darling! No! Absolutely not!" John grimaced in pain, feeling like his ear was about to be twisted off, "It's a metaphor! A stupid metaphor! I swear to God!"
