It’s their first time disciplining a brat, and they’re up for the task.
Can my father be any more archaic?
Just because I like fast cars, general disobedience, and won’t marry the man he’s picked out for me—a family obligation—he’s decided I need to be taught a hard lesson the old-fashioned way.
He calls his old friends and asks if their sons, who are literal lumberjacks and live in a secluded cabin in the mountains, with zero amenities to speak of, would take me in and teach me the hardships of life—with a belt, if needed.
