rolled over and turned off the light.
I had met his father, Frank, only a handful of times before Owen and I married.
Frank was a large man.
Louder than everyone around him.
His temper could change the atmosphere of a room instantly.
At one barbecue, he shouted at a grill because the charcoal wouldn’t light.
At a restaurant, he berated a waitress because his coffee wasn’t hot enough.
Another time, he yelled at Owen’s mother because she had parked too close to the curb.
At our engagement party, he
