Chapter Twenty-Two
A sharp whistle cut off everyone who was talking and yelling. It was Jerry, who had his thumb and finger in his mouth. He stepped around Taz, his hands on her shoulders, a man who cared for his wife and seemed no stranger to handling tense situations.
“Enough, everyone. This is going nowhere, and there’s a lot of emotion and anger. We’re going down a road where we’re saying things we can’t take back. Let me point out that since becoming part of this family, I’ve seen how you ladies, all of you sisters, are close at some times and in each other’s faces at others, to the point that each of you at one time has wanted to scratch the others’ eyes out. Mason, what happened to you isn’t on you, and no one is saying it is or that you’re responsible for any of it.” Jerry actual
