Calculated Tears

"Well, I'll take the smaller car," Vivian said as she placed her hands on the chair, preparing to stand up.

She had just halfway stood up when she heard his voice, "Your father, was he a cobbler?"

"Huh?" Vivian paused halfway, looking at him in a daze as she responded.

'Didn't he know this already?

'Why is he suddenly asking again?

'What's the point?' As she was thinking this, the car started movi