The old patriarch slammed down hard on the table and shook his head. He was unwilling to tolerate any Linda slander, especially not from her own mother. It was not as if such words were going to help the situation.
A lone tear flowed down his haggard cheek as the memory returned to him of the day of Linda's wedding. He remembered the empty look in her eyes when she was forced to walk down the aisle.
"She never wanted to marry young, she had bigger dreams of traveling and furthering her studies but you her own mother forced her into that marriage."
He punched his thigh weakly with a clenched fist. He was filled with regrets, he should have stood firm and protected his favorite granddaughter.
