My Husband Burned My Hand on the Stove

Turn it off.”

“No.”

Patricia made a sound I’d never heard a person make before. Halfway between a laugh and a retch. She set the wineglass down so hard the stem snapped. Red spread across the granite like a wound.

“You stupid little – ” she started.

“Keep talking, Patricia,” I said. “They can hear you.”

Her mouth shut so fast I heard her teeth click.

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