Fred stormed into the kitchen demanding to know where his wallet was.  He slammed the cabinet door with his fist and screamed at his wife. Ruth froze for a moment, the color draining from her face.  The children sat stunned at the table.  Maryellen’s fork half way to her mouth.  Jake was starting to push away from the table and getting ready to run from the room. Ruth looked at the picture of Jesus next to the refrigerator. She grabbed the knife tighter in her hand and turned to face her husband.

Part of my Americana series.

© words and pictures by Daniel DeMarle 2017