CHAPTER 3
Sara Beth stood in a shaft of evening sunlight splashing through the living room window. Violent trembling shook her from head to toe, and she almost dropped her pet rabbit. Getting a better grip, she drew herself up to her full five-foot-three height, every swear word she knew running through her head.
“You did what?” Her voice trembled as she tried to find words. “No! I won’t! You can’t make me.”
“Now, Sara Beth, hear me out.” Homer Williams paced the length of the living room. “It’s time you had a husband. Time you did something besides wag around that useless rabbit you insist on keeping. This is for your own good.”
“My own good?” Her teeth clamped together so hard she was sure they might break. Hot, angry tears welled up. “You know that’s a lie. It’s all about you, dear
