“Do you know the great shame that you have brought to us with this disgraceful act?” The question was followed by a resounding and forceful slap to the girl’s face that had her reeling back with the force of it. Her lower lip broke and began to bleed immediately.
“Tom, please.” Her mother, a timid-looking woman with dark, unkempt hair whispered feebly, her equally dark eyes darting this way and that as though searching for an escape route. She was drunk, and all she could think of was that she wanted to sleep. However, her husband wanted her here and so she had to be here. He had locked the door so that she had to stay, although she was not sure what purpose her staying there would serve.
“Shut up!” Tom roared. “Do you know the magnitude of disgrace that this devil’s advocate has brought
