“Do your homework, Lisa”, she told her daughter.

“A little softly please!”, he snorted.

She ignored. “Lisa, hand me the bowl, please”.

“You don’t have to be so loud, Lisa is right here.”, he objected again.

“What is your problem?”, she turned towards him.

“Why are you so freakin’ loud? Could you not speak softly?”, he responded with a scowl.

Thus began a verbal thrashing. Neither of them willing to bow down.

The door bell rang. The nextdoor neighbor stood in the porch.

“Could you guys keep it down, please?”