Harper climbing into my twin-sized bed with me at night, and us clinging to each other in terror as we would listen to them fight. And it would only escalate as the endless moments ticked by. Screaming. Cursing. Glass breaking. One time we even heard the hard slap of skin hitting skin, right before everything went silent, except for mom's crying and their soft whispers. We never knew if the physical aggression had been the action of Daddy or Mom. But I always thought it was Mom, or liked to think that it was, anyway. Daddy would never have done something like that, right?
I was young then. I just don't know anymore.
Jack Daniels can make people do some pretty crazy things. And, although he never let Harper and I see it, Daddy did love his Jack.
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