02-22-2021, 05:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2021, 05:30 PM by Lottie Blacke.)
Lottie snapped. "Both of ye, stop." she shouted loudly.
"Joe. Sit." That was not a request. "And You-" she pointed a serving spoon in the direction of her husband. "Sit." she commanded him. He was her husband, but she controlled the purse strings, the soup ladle, and the lock on the front door.
"Joe. Sit." That was not a request. "And You-" she pointed a serving spoon in the direction of her husband. "Sit." she commanded him. He was her husband, but she controlled the purse strings, the soup ladle, and the lock on the front door.