Family Line

“Get your things and go outside,” Shermie growled, not taking his eyes off his father. “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Where do you think you’re going, Sherman?” “Was that the first time?” Shermie demanded. Without waiting for a response, he backed Filbrick into the kitchen counter. “Have you hit him before?” “The boy needs to be toughened up.” Filbrick drew up to his full height, not shaken by his son’s steady glare. Shermie shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not letting you do this to him, Pop. I’m taking the twins and getting the hell out of here. Don’t expect to hear from me again.”