Essay about Analysis Of The Book ' I Do Kids '
“Will you pass me the salt sweetie?” Jim said.
“It’s in the middle of the table Jim, I would have to reach just as far as you do,” snapped Heather.
“Must you be such wrech about everything?”
Heather throws the napkin that was neatly folder in her lap onto the plate in front of her and storms into the kitchen. Jim rushed after her in a furry.
“You know what Jim, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I want a divorce.”
“Take it back. You don’t really want this.”
Jim slams the back of his hand into the side of Heather’s face knocking her to the floor. “You will not leave. I say when you can leave. And if you want to keep your daughter safe you won’t defy me again. Understood?”
Heather, holding her face and choking down the tears as she watches Jim walk away. “You can 't keep that over my head forever, Jim.”
Jim stops and turns to face Heather while she lay on the kitchen floor. “I can as long as long as I still have air in my lungs.”
“She’s just a girl!”
“A girl born from a slut who just so happened to have banged the Mafia boss. I’m protecting the both of you from him. You know all he wants is her, so if you want to end this we can go up to her room right now and end this. Take her to him and you can get your divorce.”
The room got silent as a tear ran down Heather’s…