the glare of disdain
Here’s a story of subtly imposing a moral compass
Not happy disapprove of the proceedings. Can’t talk, so what do I do? Already got the ‘don’t pee on the rug’ lecture so we not go there.
Gotta do something to tip the mental scales. So Hermana taught me this mind-trick, told me it works every time with Dad. Ya know I tought Hermana the look of disdain. Silent subtle look away chin up give the vibe of I’m mad.
In this case it was ‘what do you mean we’re flying coach?’