Read the passage below and answer each question.
A Birthday Surprise
Read the passage below. Then answer the questions.
I had never seen my father so irate before.
“Can you believe this guy?” he ranted to my mother. “Honestly, I think he gets a sick thrill out of antagonizing me. And on my birthday, no less. My birthday!”
“Now, Herman,” my mother said. “Sal probably just stepped out for a minute. Let’s walk to that little restaurant on the corner—I’m sure we’ll all feel better with some food in our stomachs.”
We had come to Miami on my father’s birthday to visit his brother, Salvatore. For as long as I’ve been alive, Uncle Sal has been a constant source of my dad’s wrath. They’re great friends, but they sure do rub each other the wrong way sometimes. For example, when they go out to dinner together, they always haggle over who’s going to pay the bill. Sometimes I think that if my mom and I weren’t there to arbitrate, one of them might end up in jail for homicide!
I couldn’t really blame my dad for being angry. We had just spent three hours in an airplane to get to Sal’s place. When we arrived on his doorstep, however, the door was locked—and Sal was nowhere to be found. “He better be in the hospital with some kind of permanent disability,” my dad grumbled. “Or I’m going to put him there.”
We decided to head right to the restaurant. When we got there, my dad tried the door. “Just great,” he said. “They’re not open.”
“They aren’t?” my mom asked, perplexed. “But they must be open. You just have to be persistent.” She tried the doorknob herself. “I said, THEY MUST BE OPEN,” she repeated in a louder voice.
“Why are you shouting?” my dad asked.
From inside the restaurant, I heard the sound of a lock being turned. My dad gave the doorknob one more twist. This time, it opened.
“SURPRISE!”
We stepped into the restaurant to find about 20 people standing in front of a big banner that read “Happy 50th Birthday, Herman!” In the center of the group, my Uncle Sal stood holding a birthday cake. He took one look at the shocked expression on my dad’s face and broke into peals of laughter.
“Gotcha!” he said.
21. The narrator's mother could best be described as
Group of answer choices
excitable
distrustful
patient
forgetful