was nothing she could say, not now. And then I groped for where I
knew her shirt would be and pulled her over with both my hands and
shook her like a rag doll, bounced her against the car seat while she
whimpered to me to please stop and I told her to go to hell and felt
the shirt tear along the sides of my big, happy fists.
"You don't understand!"
She was crying again but this time I didn't care. It didn't mean a
thing. She couldn't touch me. I shook her until I felt the shirt go
at the shoulder too and then that was no good to me so I slid my hand
into her hair and shook her that way.
"You sonovabitch! You don't understand!"
Then suddenly I had a tearstained screeching little bomb on my hands.
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