"Ugh, Dad's temper makes no sense at all."
"He's just venting. A man loses his wife to someone else, of course his pride is crushed."
"If he had any guts, he'd win Mom back. What's the point of yelling at us? Coward."
The three children unleashed their maddening talent, each remark sharper than the last. Their venomous tongues were clearly an inheritance, no doubt about it.
Gilbert's fury boiled over. He spun around, grabbed a feather duster, and moved to discipline them.
"Help!" The three children panicked. With Great-grandmother in the hospital and Great-grandfather in frail health, there was no one left to protect them. They bolted for the door.
