Chapter 3 - The Directive
The boy looked at the man.
Then, he pointed at the woman standing under the weight of the basket.
"Daddy."
The man sat up, rubbing the empty palm of his hand.
"Hey, that's Daddy's remote."
The boy didn’t look at the table.
"What doing?"
The man opened his mouth, glancing at the TV, then at the boy.
"No TV."
The boy pointed again, his arm straight and unwavering.
"Help mommy."
The man looked past the tiny green sweater.
He saw the white knuckles. He saw the red mark on her hip.
"Me?"
The boy nodded. A single, sharp motion.
"Yeah. Daddy."
It was a simple equation in his mind.
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Big person empty hands. Big person full hands.
Empty hands must take the weight.
