The council started off with their usual greetings. It was always the same. Just a simple hello and a few how do you dos. At that moment, I realized that my father expected me to take his place on the council.
"But Calla this is your rightful place," he told me, while greeting a fellow member.
"This is what you want me to do," I said to him sternly. "I want to do something else.”
"No, you are going to be a member of the council and that is final," he said briskly.
As he walked away, I gave his back a cold stare. When he was out of my eyesight, I turned around and headed back home. The door was black with a red door handle that protruded from the right side of the door.
