Way Back Then
“Josh,” he said. Josh looked at him through raging eyes. His temper, plus all his years of frustration and anger and confusion, were just welling up inside him again. Josh looked at Grandpa and said, “I’m going in there and telling her what I think! I’m sick of always being treated this way!”
Josh left the room, big feet pounding the carpet, and headed towards the kitchen. Grandpa followed behind somewhat gingerly, well no, just quietly really. Grandpa was used to this ongoing fisticuffs, so he knew it would be helpful to be close at hand, just in case he could help, or at least soften the blows and the tears.
And that was from both sides.
Rosie was doing the dishes in the small, hot, cluttered kitchen. The radio was playing her favorite music, that old country bluegrass that she just wouldn’t give up. The water…
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