Melody Marsh met her father's somewhat stern expression and said in a low voice, "Aunt Helen let me try a little bit."
"Don't drink any more," Jenson Marsh said in a deep voice.
Melody Marsh nodded obediently. "Okay, Dad. I understand."
Hearing this, Susan Roth said, displeased, "Jevin, that's not right of you. There are no outsiders here. This is a good opportunity to build up a kid's tolerance for alcohol. Take Theo, for example. As long as he wants to drink, Old Man Yates and I let him drink as much as he wants."
Jenson Marsh's tone was cold. "Melody is a girl. She's not like Theo."
"Girls need to build up their tolerance even more," Susan Roth said, looking at Melody Marsh. "Melody, don't listen to your dad's nonsense. Listen to Aunt Helen. If you like it, drink as much as you want. Your dad is just old-fashioned. Who says women are inferior to men? Some girls can drink a ton. It's all family here today, so don't be afraid."
