Tom sat at the front of the house staring at the red glow on the horizon that was slowly giving way to the dark night sky. It was the end of another hard working day that lasted from dawn until almost dusk and he could feel the ache in his muscles as he tried to relax. He lifted the cup in his hand to his lips, but grimaced at the taste of cold coffee and quickly pulled it away. Tipping the cup up emptied the contents on the ground and he stared down at the coffee as it seeped into the dirt. He tensed at the sound of the footsteps coming out of the house, but a glance over his shoulder showed that it was his mother and he let out a sigh of relief.
“I hear you and your father exchanged some words today,” Jenny said as she sat down beside him.
It was a polite way of saying they argued and
