Flipping through papers
Dad calmly stood there, casually flipping through the papers. Each document seemed to ground him further, reinforcing the foundation of his argument.
Karen’s rant continued in the background, but I could see her energy begin to wane. ‘We have everything we need,’ dad murmured.
I glanced around, noticing more neighbors peeking out, intrigued by the spectacle. Dad’s relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with Karen’s hysteria, and it was becoming increasingly clear who had the upper hand.