RUBY

I felt uncomfortable seeing this scene. My mother made Horton hot tea, using the best teacup we had. The same cup she'd used to serve Luther tea that day.

“This is jasmine tea, maybe you like it,” said my mother.

My emotions couldn't handle this kind of situation. "What are you doing here?" I snapped at Horton.

“Because you didn't want me to take you home, so I came here to visit you,” Horton replied.

I picked up the gift box from the floor and threw it out the door without ...