The snarled threat from her husband and the poke of his finger into her shoulder enraged her. How dare he touch her with menence. What right had he to be mad? He was the one who had been locked up. Was she not allowed to make her feelings known? Her strong palm was widening to strike him. Bill could use a good slap.

But, the arrival of her son and the innocence of his question, saved his father, snapping the anger inside her for a moment.

"No thank ye John. Yer father has to leave for work." Lottie flashed a look of contempt at her husband. The same look she used when the loo was backed up "don't ye, dear?"