The sirens were right outside now. Okxxx “Did you try on your gown?”
“No.”
“Don’t you like it?” There was a little edge to his voice, the tone that usually preceeded one of his rages. Mom had my favorite Everly Brothers album on the stereo. I looked at my mother and said, “Thank you. He was smiling. “Put your weapon down! My mother stood there, a mix of terror and rage on her face. I was afraid to open my mouth, so I just nodded my head. If I could be a better wife for him, maybe he’d be nicer to me.”
Dad took us to the diner/truck stop on the edge of town. “Oh God, please make him like what he sees,” I prayed.
