Aunt Peggy s Passion
Sunday mornings are not supposed to be noisy. But, this Lord's Day morning I was awakened by a loud voice speaking. Good god, that man was arguing again! Uncle George was again beastly berating and criticizing Aunt Peggy. The bad-tempered, rough-talking bear of a man was acting like the bastardly beast that he was. His brusque, gruff, gravelly voice carried all the way from the kitchen to my bedroom down the hall. If ever there was a man deserving of a good beating, then my Uncle George was...