Heck, if I had to go back over there, beat on the door, and demand that he come outside, I would. Pop didn’t scare me. If he dared to raise a hand to me, my Daddy would beat him to a pulp. And if Grandmama got her hands on him, well, may the Lord have mercy on him, because she sure wouldn’t. She’d shoot him square in the face and then go to church and pray for his soul. She was crazy like that.
