Gerald didn't want them there in the first place. Yes, maybe it was a little selfish, but he couldn't help it that he was just that way. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that Gerald wasn't the biggest Alyanna fan in the first place. It didn't matter that it was his sister-in-law. In fact, that may have worked out to be a detriment for her.
When Brianna asked Gerald if her sister and brother-in-law could stay for a week, it should not have been such an imposition. Aren't married couples supposed to make compromises like that? If a family member needs assistance and the means are there, shouldn't they help? Especially since the downstairs was essentially going unused. No one was being put out by the couple staying for a while.
Still, Gerald couldn't help who he was. He would go out of his way to be a personable person at the office so he wouldn't live down to the "angry Black male" stereotype. But that was at work. He invested so much time in that persona for 10 hours a day that it was a tall chore to be cordial outside of business hours. The fact that he hated his job made it even more difficult.
Gerald had not said so much as a word to Alyanna and her husband, Phillip since they had been in the house. Then again, it's not like they gave him much opportunity to. The would keep to the downstairs where there was only the one bedroom. When they did surface, they never sauntered into the living room where Gerald stayed rooted to the couch.
That bugged Gerald just a little. Even though he wasn't the most approachable person, Alyanna should have still at least introduced her newlywed husband. Afterall, it was Gerald's house too. Yet there they were enjoying the liberties of the central air. Taking in the amenities of the cable television.
It's just a respect thing, Gerald thought to himself. If you're a guest, you speak to the host. Even if he is an unbearable one.
Then came the day when Gerald came home from having yet another bad day. It would have been Day Three of the sister-in-law/brother-in-law invasion. He once again set up camp on the couch to catch up on his daily dose of Sportscenter when his son entered the room.
"Phillip wants to know if he can ride your bike."
Gerald was beyond dumfounded. This man had not said a word to Gerald the entire time he had been in the house and he wanted to use Gerald's bike?! In fact, he didn't even have the courtesy to ask himself. He sent a message through a boy. It was the same thing that Gerald was always getting on his own sons about. If you're going to ask a favor of someone, YOU ask the favor. No messengers.
This was just getting better and better. Gerald begrudgingly muttered a yes through the gritted teeth of a sarcastic smirk. He then abruptly opened his laptop and began searching the classifieds for the newest available apartments.