“She never listened a damn day in her life. Was always too ready to put in her two cents worth,” he said wiping the blood from his hands on a greasy towel.
“Well, I think we taught her good, don’t you?”
They looked down on her broken body, her lined faced obliterated by their years of pent up fury, finally released upon her.
“Yep. Won’t be hearing anymore of her whiny ass voice.”
Cracking open another beer, he salutes his brother, “Here’s to Mom.”
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