“She finally inhaled, and I thought she might be done, but, nope, she just kept on steamrolling. 'And if you ever, ever speak to my son that way again, I swear I will show up at your front door and you'll see what hell looks like. Our boys - your son - deserve better than your primitive, backward, abusive way of thinking. I hope Ben knows that he is beautiful and perfect and worthy just as he is, and' - her voice went up a notch - 'AND IF HE'S LISTENING, HE ALWAYS HAS A SAFE PLACE HERE.'
Then she hung up, and she looked wiped out, but there was also this terrifying, wild energy around her. Her gaze narrowed on me. 'No one treats my son that way and gets away with it. No one.”
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Michael Leali,
The Civil War of Amos Abernathy