“What?” I yelled. “That f*****g bastard! How dare he?”
“Oh, Georgia! Such language, dear.” Mom exclaimed.
Pacing the living room floor of my parents" home, I looked at my mother"s shocked expression. It was my first day home after two days in the hospital, and Grams and Nana were in the kitchen preparing a family brunch. The rest of us were having our morning coffee. My father said nothing, but a slight twitching at the corner of his mouth caught my attention. He looked away instantly, but not before I saw a glint of mirth in his eyes.
Kris saw no need to hold anything back. Laughing, he slapped me on the shoulder. “Good on you, sis. It"s about time you showed some anger towards that guy and saw him for the jerk he is. They"re only words, Mom.”
Mom didn"t see the humor. “Foul words, Kr
