Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Sins of the Father
"You know your mother has a short temper, right?" the man says in a mild voice to what I'm guessing is his son. The air in the produce aisle is chill, and cools my lightly sunburned arms as I eavesdrop by the apples while they sort through the limes.
"Well," he continues, handing off another lime, "sometimes you just have to remember that she's got a short temper and, when you know something is going to set her off, just get out of the way."