She was staring at Hendrix.
Our family was usually quite peaceful and happy, but when there was an emergency, the children understood that they should settle things with their father first.
Ever the calm man, Hendrix calmly took his hand off my shoulder and sat on the sofa. He then said, "Come and sit."
Nodding, Anne walked to the sofa on Hendrix's left and sat down. After pondering silently for a while, she gathered up her courage and looked up at Hendrix. There was no going back for her now.
"Dad, mom. I didn't think it through regarding the matter with the club and didn't report it to you in time to seek your advice. Because I made my own decision and was much too shortsighted about it, I had stirred up trouble for you. The decision was on me and I will take full responsibility for it. I promise that it will never happen again."
She had said that sincerely, and her introspection was sound. It seemed that Anne had really reflected on herself.
But she was much too rational. Anne was still very young, and she had plenty of time to make all the mistakes she needed to learn the ropes. This wasn't what Hendrix was worried about.
She should trust her family unconditionally and overcome difficulties together with us. This basic instinct, which should have been engraved into her bones, might have been worn away after several years of formulas and algorithms.
Anne had rationally analyzed the problem and had found the appropriate solution, but had failed in her sensibilities.
Hendrix remained expressionless. He was still dissatisfied with this explanation.
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