Dad calmly stood there, casually flipping through the papers. Each document seemed to ground him further, reinforcing the foundation of his argument. Karen’s rant continued in the background, but I could see her energy begin to wane. 'We have everything we need,' dad murmured. I glanced around, noticing more neighbors peeking out, intrigued by the spectacle. Dad’s relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with Karen’s hysteria, and it was becoming increasingly clear who had the upper hand.