You Still Have Your Right Hand
Barbara’s eyes went dark and hollow with a fury that had shed the passive-aggressive mask entirely.
“You useless, arrogant—” Barbara shrieked over the alarms. “You ruin everything. You think you’re so important with your little hospital, but you’re a failure in this house.”
“Barbara, wait, I didn’t—”
She lunged across the island and grabbed the meat tenderizer by its handle.
Instinct kicked in. I raised my left hand, palm out, a reflex to ward off the blow.
She didn’t hesitate. She brought the cast-iron mallet down with everything she had.