She was shaking with rage and hurt as she reviewed the awful exchange of moments before with that neighbour. There had been no cause for the outburst and damage to property. Other neighbours had seen it, and they were shaking their heads.
It had been all she could do to retain her temper and not to lash back. But now in retrospect she was boiling. Her husband later got the whole story as he perused the damage.
Why do people do this? Where is the cancer inside? Should she press on for justice, for retribution and some kind of punishment. Then came the nasty ideas and the imagined “snappy answer speeches”.
She couldn’t eat her supper and her stomach and head felt terrible. Just more collateral damage.
Her Husband looked at her with a curious sort of smile. He said, “I will not fear. For Thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.”
One full minute’s silence. Then both began to laugh, and heartily.
“Let ‘er go, Hon.”
It seemed like a good time to go out back and clean up the mess. Self-imposed monkey no longer on anyone’s back.