October 10, 1929
I'm sick and tired of Mom and Dad fighting. Last night, you should have heard them. After I had gone to bed, I couldn't get to sleep because of their fighting. Mom came home drunk, as usual. It got awfully ugly. "Honey, where's my dinner?" Mom bellowed. I heard a clanking like Dad was putting silverware and a plate on the table. He didn't want her to get crazy and start throwing things like she did when somebody didn't obey her when she was drunk. He knew it was just a matter of time till she went to bed and slept it all off. There was only the clanking of silverware on plate for a time, then more yelling came. "David, where are the children?" Mom screamed. "Upstairs sleeping," he told her. "I want to see them!" she yelled. "Honey, you'll wake them up," Dad tried to calm her down, but that was practically impossible. I heard footsteps stomping up the stairs, then a low voice, then a SLAP! and a THUD! I was scared. I shuddered. I hoped with all my heart that Dad was okay.
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