He suddenly stood up. His face was filled with anger. He glared down at me for quite a while before finally grinding out. "You will have to keep that thought under your pillow!"

He was directly telling me to keep dreaming.

I was getting angry so I abruptly stood up and walked toward the living room. I watched as the mother and daughter were whispering to each other.

"What's going on?"

"Richard!"

Susan stood up triumphantly with her gaze sliding past me to ...