I got a look at the smoldering mess that was under the lava cap sitting on my emotions when, of all things, my husband asked me if I shouldn’t be using the old rice in the refrigerator rather than cooking some more for the eel and rice dinner my son and I were having. John was having to eat grits and eggs because he’d had periodontal work done earlier in the day, so he wasn’t even eating with us. I said, “No. There isn’t enough. Jet and I were just talking it through.” And he came back with a, “I didn’t hear your conversation.” And Jet chimed in with, “We talked about it in the car, Mom...” And I said, “No. We were talking about it as we came into the kitchen.” And I got a whole lot angrier for what seemed no reason. It took some talking and working things out before I could get at what was really going on with it all. I am sick of the fact that the women who have been sexually harassed basically being told that it’s their fault that it’s still...
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