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Lockwood kept up the lecture the entire way back to the Phoenix. Matt tried to tune him out. He got the gist of it: Matt was a terrible, selfish person who should just smile and accept that he was stuck here.
It's not fair, Matt thought.
They finally got to the hotel. Before Matt could get out of the car, Lockwood put a hand on his shoulder. "You need to think about what I'm saying, Matt. What you're doing here matters. You can glorify God or bring reproach to His name. It's up to you."
Matt said nothing, pulling away from the older man. He was starving. He hoped there was still something to eat in the dining room.
His father was waiting for him in the doorway of the dining room. "Matt? What happened?"
"I just took a walk," Matt said as he tried to go by.
His father grabbed his arm. "Matt, listen to me. Your bad attitude is obvious to everyone here. You know better than this. You need to change your outlook."
That did it.
Mat had already suffered a lecture from Lockwood for the past half hour. His dad starting in on him was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He pulled away from his father. "Look, I didn't want to come here! You and Mom made me! I hate this stinking country, and I hate you!"
Bile in his throat, Matt turned on his heel and stomped off to his room, his anger overpowering his appetite.