Charlie knew that Mr. Riley was a professor, and such intellectuals tended to have high self-esteem, so they wore certain ‘colored glasses’ when they looked at people like Don Albert.
Fortunately, Mr. Riley wasn't entangled too much. After listening to Charlie's explanation, he let go of his inner criticisms.
Charlie stood up and said to the father and daughter, "Uncle Riley, Zoey, let's go."
Mr. Riley nodded and stood up. Zoey, who was sitting next to him, had been strangled by the ill fitting under garment and couldn't wait to stand up. While sitting on the sofa, the feeling of the compression to her ribs and lungs was too uncomfortable.
She’d wanted to stand up earlier, but both her father and Charlie remained seated while they talked, and she didn't want to be stuck there like a fool, so she could only clench her teeth against the discomfort.
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