I hope this little tale doesn't sound cheesy, but I had to do it! Happy 4th, everyone!
Ennis looked at his wife with an expression that said, “Don’t you dare say anything else!” He just kicked the crap out of a slop mouthed biker, one of 2 jerks who disrespected his family, and Alma looked at him like he lost his mind? Ennis didn't understand her attitude!
“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Ennis said as he moved toward his wife and babies. “I’m not in the mood for this anymore.” Ennis picked up his daughters and placed one in each arm. Alma collected the girls’ handmade blankets, along with the rest of their things and followed Ennis to the truck.
The apartment over the Laundromat was quiet, but the sky was alive with rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air. Ennis was amazed that the girls were able to sleep through the racket. Rowdies ran through the streets setting off firecrackers. Teenagers shouted and threw bottles. Dogs howled and ran for cover. Alma was straightening the apartment, the ruckus with the bikers long forgotten. She glanced at her husband and winked. Ennis picked up on the signals, and thought, why the hell not? He didn’t like hurting her, but the memory of Jack Twist! The need was just too strong. After he did what she hated, Alma curled up into a fetal position and fell asleep. Ennis lay on his back and mouthed the words: “Happy 4th of July, Jack Fuckin' Twist!”