I reacted the way my sweet Southern mama always taught me to behave towards a man: I aimed a finger at his eye socket and let loose with a battle cry that would have raised old Stonewall hisself from the dead. I wanted blood. I think I would really have driven it into his brain, too, if not for the fact that his eyes were closed. My dear Joshua was handsome, homicidal and still asleep.
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Larsen Family Writing Blog for Matt and Brandi Larsen in Chicago, Illinois.
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