I remember hiding behind the couch in the office of my grandparents motel. I was frozen with fear, listening, to weeping and wailing and persons being thrown about in the next room.
"You get your hands off her!!" My aunt screamed, clearly at her father John, in defense of her mother Jane.
The rest of the memory bleeds away. I think I must have blocked it out, for I can't remember what happened the rest of the day.
Would my grandfather physically attack my grandmother?? I was in shock as I lay in bed that night, trying to sleep, trying to recall and absorb what I had heard, what I had not seen...
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