Tammy slammed her hand down in the middle of the page I had been staring at for the last five minutes.
“You ate the last ice cream bar!”
Her eyes glittered in that dangerous way they do when ice cream is involved.
“Guilty as charged,” I said, hands raised in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot.”
“Dammit, Ed,” she said, “I was saving that!”
“Oops.” I went back to trying to decipher the steps to converting a gas furnace to an electric one.
“We’re not done talking about this,” Tammy said.
“Yes, we are. I’ve got a test tomorrow and I don’t have time to fight with you about frozen treats.” I didn’t look up from the page.
Tammy grabbed the textbook our of my hand and hurled it across the room. I heard the pages flutter before it hit the wall and landed in a crumpled heap behind the sofa.
I stood up fast.
Tammy stepped back defensively.
“Geez, Tam. What’s wrong with you tonight? I’m not going to hit you over a freaking book.”
As I watched, tears welled up in her eyes.
11/16/17 prompt: “guilty as charged”