It starts off slow.
A simple question.
A defiant answer.
Voices rising.
Consequences stated.
Consequences not effective.
Tears and recrimination.
Anger as curses explode.
A door slammed.
Quiet for a moment
while crying is heard behind the door.
What does it take these days to get this child to attend online classes?
That answer is one I do not have.
Too bad I have no liquor to spike my morning coffee with.
I could use a relaxant right now.
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