Maybe he was afraid he'd hit my mother. All I can remember is that apartment. And hating him for some reason years later and not knowing why. I know it's easier. And when you're four or five you see and hear everything.
Adults never seem to understand that.
When you're that small, you can't understand, you just know. Waiting for destruction, the two rogues shudder in fear. You laugh at their insolence and rub their frail shell. Weaklings, their essence is left on your fingers. Amused, you move your thumb and index-finger slowly against each other.