"I-I'll eat less junk food, Dad! Just… don't tell Mom, okay?" he pleaded, eyes glistening as if on the verge of tears. His mother might be gentle most of the time, but when she was angry, she was like Godzilla, and Bry was certain his poor butt wouldn't survive another one of her "lessons."
"Ha! We'll see about that. Now, let's go buy you some clothes before the shops close. And remember, behave yourself tomorrow," Bry's father said, giving his son a stern look. "Don't go pointing at things like you've handed your sister pocket money, like you always do when you're with us. Have a little shame, kid..."
He lectured Bry as they walked, determined to make sure the boy wouldn't embarrass them in front of Hera, their benefactor.
