Snippy -5minutefreewrite

"Better you than me." He was feeling snippy. Pater had just backed him into a corner with his going on and on about the troubles inherent in being an artist, and George didn't want to volunteer his help. The social obligation was huge, but the teeny tiny angry annoyance was persistent.

"I have a refrigerator you can put your stuff in, Pater, but I don't want your anguish about being poor and I don't want to help you find financial success. I'm glad I don't have financial problems. I'm glad your husband isn't my husband. I don't want to deal with your anguish. I'm perfectly happy without it." George sniped unhappily.

Pater stood stock still for one moment before he picked up his Trader Joes tote and walked out the door without saying a word.

George immediately regretted his snippiness, but he had no desire to invite Pater back in. Other folks can solve their own darn problems, he thought, then he called his financial adviser and had her buy more FB stock for him.