Dad put his hands on his hips and threw his head back and howled like a wolf. When he stopped, and silence settled in again, he swept Mama into his arms, twirling her around. When he finally let her go, Mama stumbled back; she was laughing, but there was a kind of horror in her eyes. The cabin looked like something an old, toothless hermit would live in, and it was small.
Divided views on what each sees as free. And clearly he’s the dominant in the household and she’s feeling scared.
But She’s still playing the chameleon role. Morphing into something she thinks she needs to be for her husband to get his soul put together again while hers and her daughters soul is being crushed to the ground and God knows what more.
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