“I can’t believe he put his hands on my son!” My friend was livid. Quivering with the adrenaline rush of anger, she stalked across the park, her normally beautiful face a mask of fury. Looking back at me, lips contorting into an ugly sneer, she hissed, “Can you believe that @$$#*%#?”
I’ve heard the expression ‘spitting mad’, but until that day I had never actually witnessed it. It’s real, let me tell you, and I was flummoxed as to how I should respond.
I was going through some old papers recently, and I found this piece that my husband wrote. Now understand that my husband does not have a love affair with the pen as I do. When he actually sits down to flesh a thought out on paper, it is only because the topic is something of import to him.
This particular bit of writing was born out of a situation we faced where our daughter was exposed to another girl who was, shall we say, rather rough around the edges. That is putting it mildly.