I’m Asking Nicely
As Joe stepped inside, his mother’s sharp voice was the first thing to greet him, berating Jennifer over something inconsequential. His jaw tightened as frustration surged through him. He was exhausted—exhausted from always being stuck in the middle of their relentless squabbles. Usually, he stayed out of it, but tonight he couldn’t hold back. “Mom, please,” he said, his tone heavy with weariness. “Can we just have one evening without arguing?” All he wanted was a peaceful meal, free from the constant tension.
I’m Asking Nicely
A Nasty Piece Of Work
Petunia let out a sharp huff, casting a withering glance toward Jennifer. “If only your wife would do something useful around here instead of lounging around all day,” she muttered under her breath. Jennifer’s hands stilled for a moment, and her eyes flickered with hurt. She swallowed the retort forming on her lips and busied herself while preparing dinner. Joe’s chest tightened at the sight of her pained expression. She was trying so hard to win his mother over, yet the effort always seemed in vain. He often wished he could spend more time at home to truly understand what was happening between them.
A Nasty Piece Of Work
