Try To Get Along
Joe could feel his patience fraying. This had to end now. Petunia opened her mouth to fire back, but before she could utter a word, Jennifer’s voice echoed sharply from the hallway. “Joe! Please, come quickly!” The urgency in her tone sent a jolt through him. His chest tightened as he hurried to the doorway, where Jennifer stood, pale and tear-streaked. “What’s wrong?” Joe asked, his voice unsteady, a tremor of worry threading through it. Jennifer’s lips quivered as she whispered, barely audible, “It’s your mother. She… she hit me.” The words struck him like a blow. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, cold dread coursing through his veins. But he didn’t hesitate. Pushing past Jennifer, he stormed outside, his gaze darting across the yard until it locked on Petunia. She stood stiffly, her fists balled tightly at her sides, radiating defiance.
Try To Get Along
Play Nice
Joe dreaded going to work the next day, but he had no other option. Meanwhile, Petunia spent the entire morning trailing Jennifer around the house, unleashing a torrent of insults and accusations. As the hours wore on, Jennifer’s calm demeanor began to crack. Finally, with a forceful shove, Petunia pushed Jennifer out the door, leaving her trembling and distraught on the doorstep. Overwhelmed and desperate, Jennifer pulled out her phone and called Joe. Her voice shook with emotion as she tearfully recounted the harrowing events. Joe’s chest tightened as he listened, his heart racing with a mix of fear and fury. Anger roared to life within him, and without hesitation, he rushed home to face the turmoil waiting for him.
Play Nice
