The supper table hadn't yet been cleared. Coffee cups were still half full. And the children had been excused from the table. They knew that something was not right between their parents, they could tell. Their mother had been tight-lipped during the earlier part of the meal. Their father had not said much which was unusual because he always had a story or two to tell. But tonight it was different. Without any protest the children left the table and went to do their homework.

When the doors had been closed and the children safely out of earshot the discussion began. It may have been nothing too much to worry about, but it was something that had been bothering her for a week now. Why, she wanted to know, did he insist on stating his opinion publicly? Why couldn't he simply remain quiet inste…