She lathers more soap into the cloth, and gently scrubs at his nails.
"We argued," she begins, her voice neutral. "He said he didn't like my attitude. We'd met b'fore, couple months back. Things hadn't gone well. He... he ain't a good man. He's cruel, an' wicked. So when he started cussin' and ravin' 'bout my attitude, I just... I wasn't gonna stand for it."
She pulls the plug in the sink, turning on fresh water for Bill to rinse with.
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She lathers more soap into the cloth, and gently scrubs at his nails.
"We argued," she begins, her voice neutral. "He said he didn't like my attitude. We'd met b'fore, couple months back. Things hadn't gone well. He... he ain't a good man. He's cruel, an' wicked. So when he started cussin' and ravin' 'bout my attitude, I just... I wasn't gonna stand for it."
She pulls the plug in the sink, turning on fresh water for Bill to rinse with.
"Things got outta hand."