Inhaling the strong fumes I felt dizzy, my tongue loose. He worked his rag against the metal. Finally, he looked up. I'm so sick of the two of you. He tossed his rag down.
Somebody has to be a man.
It had been tense like this all summer. There were as many whispers as loud fights these days, and I didn't like either one. My father once talked about finding the word Om deep inside himself when he felt anger or sadness. But when he left he took Om with him. My father had moved to a commune in Wisconsin.