"If you hadn't had any meat for seven or eight days, you'd feel the same."
Dirk Carter said irritably.
As soon as he finished speaking.
There was a knock at the door.
Nora Hughes stood up to open the door and saw her father Miles Hughes in a wheelchair.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
Nora asked.
Miles nodded slightly and wheeled himself in front of Dirk Carter.
After a pause, he said, "Young Carter, I've thought carefully about what you said earlier, and I've already criticized my son for his rudeness to you. I'm here to ask you a question."
"Mr. Hughes, please ask."
Dirk Carter wiped the grease from his mouth and said.
Miles smiled and asked, "What do you think of our Deborah?"
Dirk's heart skipped a beat when he heard the question, realizing something was up.
He nodded and said, "Deborah is quite nice."
"Just quite nice?"
Miles seemed unsatisfied with this answer.
Dirk thought for a moment and said, "Well, if I had a little sister like her, I'd be quite happy."
