“What’s with all the ruckus so early in the morning?” Jacob asked from the first floor while putting the buttons on his sleeves. “This isn't a fish market.”

“Father-in-law,” Elizabeth quickly said, “this fucker just tore my dress into two pieces.”

“Why?” Jacob came down the stairs in a calm, confident manner. “Why would you tear a lady’s dress?”

“She said she won’t use it anymore,” Benjamin said. “That’s why I split it. I’m going to cut it into more pieces. They can be used to clean the kitchen