Douglas bent over on the floor; picking up the shards of glass that was left over from the fight both he and Elisa had had a few minutes ago. David, his son was at Aunt May’s house, he needed to be because the fight between him and Elisa had gotten worse and the center of their problems was always about the lodge.
Douglas did not have to look up to know that Elisa had come back into the kitchen, he knew this stunt of hers too well and it was wearing him out.
“I’m sorry” Elisa apologized to him; Douglas shut his eyes, remembering all the times that he had heard that from her. Every single fight had ended up with a sorry, only for it to resume the following day or the day after that.
Douglas did not answer her, he went back to picking the shards of glass from the floor, in a fir of range
