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him, using my money.”

The silence grew heavier.

Ryan slammed his hand on the table.

“Enough!”

The children jumped, startled.

I didn’t.

I used to. Before, a slam on the table would make me hurry up, serve, apologize, and lower my voice. That Saturday, the table sounded like a drum announcing something that wasn’t going to stop.

“Don’t yell,” Mrs. Helen said.continue reading …