If she wasn’t so angry, Sara would have thought the situation was funny. Her boyfriend of four years cheated on her, and someone offered to tell his mother on him.
“That’s okay, Mrs. Jenkins,” Ryan called out. “This is something we can handle like adults.”
“Like adults,” set off a trigger in Sarah. She pulled her leg back and kicked Ryan’s tire. The force of her foot connecting with the tire sent a ricochet of pain through her leg. “Doh!” She groaned in pain.
She heard an older woman’s voice call out, “You should have kicked Ryan, honey. He’s the one that deserves it.”
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There are friend, family, and marriage milestone happily ever after stories. The key ingredients in all of them were: the struggle, the help, and the bond that resulted from the combination.
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Caitlin remembered watching shark week on the Discovery Channel. The fish huddled into a circle while the sharks swam into the group and picked off fish like they were taking a bite out of an apple. Like the fish in the video, they helplessly awaited the fate certain to come. She grabbed hold of Eugene’s hand. “You stay with me. Do you understand?”
He forcefully pulled his hand away from her and said, “I’m not a baby, you don’t have to hold my hand.” In the instant he let go of her, a girl with wavy red hair approached him. Waving a pair of pliers in front of her, she said, “I heard you’re the one who can help me.”
Like a moth to the flame, Eugene went forward. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I can help you.”