It was nearly sundown when the front door opened and Joe walked in, looking drained and confused. You walked up to him, concerned with mom close behind. "Are you alright, bro?" Softly, you asked. "You look exhausted."
"Dad had a lot to show me." Sighing, Joe said. He winced. "I think ballet would have been less tiring than a long lecture on machinery and gadgetry."
Mom smiled at that then asked, "Where is your father now?"
"He said he'll be waiting for you in his study room." Suppressing a yawn, Joe replied. "He said something about having a Tit ready for your Tat."
"Tit for Tat..." Shaking her head, mom muttered. "Cute, Geo... real cute." She then forced a smile for Joe's sake. "Why don't you call it a day, sweetie. We can talk about the events of today tomorrow after breakfast."
"Goodnight, bro." Gently, you said.
Joe nodded but was too tired to respond and walked passed you, Ina and Tia to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once he was gone, mom turned to you and the twins. "No one disturbs him until after I can talk to him tomorrow, is that crystal clear?!" Forcefully, she demanded.
You and the twins nodded and mom vanished from the room to reappear inside a large office over looking a massive chamber filled with busing machines of every size and type. Inside the office, behind a desk was dad looking over a number of papers. "How shall we proceed, my beloved wife?" Flatly, he asked. "You should not be surprised by my actions nor annoyed. You have three daughters to pass on your magic and I have only one son."
"The choice should still be his or hers." Firmly, mom countered.
"The choice yes but I am still entitled first introductions." Equally as firm, dad said. "He is my son."
"Our son." Serious, mom countered. "Gina, Ina and Tia will have their choice as well."
"Of which you will claim first introductions." Firmly, dad said.
"They are my daughters." Eyes narrowing, mom argued.
"Our daughters." Serious, dad countered. "This is not a matter of convenience, Mona. There are boundaries and I will not tolerate you crossing them."
Mom sighed, frustrated.
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