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"Jesus, Dad," she said for about the millionth time. "Why do you put up with this bullshit?"
Duncan sat there, a sad smile on his face as he gazed at his daughter. That night his wife, Anna, had made a fuss about the fact that their daughter, Jackie, hadn't emptied the dishwasher, which he had mistakenly responded to with, "She'll get to it when she gets home."
That had started the bonfire that had ended in a one-sided screaming match that he mostly blocked out until her volume level lowered to semi-apoplectic. He'd almost calmed her to the point of reconciliation when Jackie walked in from school, causing his wife to relaunch into orbit, culminating in her rushing up the stairs to get ready for her evening out.
He smiled, reaching out and taking his daughter's small hand in his. Duncan loved his daughter to distraction, something his wife constantly harped on him about. "You're too easy on her" and "she manipulates you into doing what she wants" were the top two comments uttered with complete contempt.
The real problems were the comments that Anna made about her daughter should be made about Anna herself. Jackie was a freshman at the local college, living at home to save money, and was truly the apple of his eye. She had the same mannerisms, the same slightly irreverent sense of humor, as he did, the opposite of his tiny, boisterous, spoiled wife.
He and Anna had met in college and the shy Duncan had been swept off his feet by her personality, her charm, and her tiny, curvy frame. Topping out at 5'2", she was exciting, spontaneous, and a lot of fun to be around. An admitted nympho, she'd introduced him to so many things in the first few years of dating and marriage that he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
It had cooled quickly once they got married, excuses becoming more and more regular until he noticed one day that he couldn't even recall the last time they'd made love. Their son was now 21, out of the house and about to graduate from Ohio State with a double major in business and economics, and already looking at several promising prospects in Chicago that were the result of all his hard work.
Harrison was a mixture of his parents in build and temperament, but he got his good looks from his mother's side of the family. He had the dark and handsome down pat but was confident enough in himself at 6'3" that he usually got what he wanted. If he didn't get it based on his looks alone, his mother's manipulative side, which he inherited in spades, usually won out.
Duncan knew from the first day he held her as a baby that he was lost. As she grew, she reminded him of all the best women in his life - loving, warm, caring and sweet - she had his empathy and generosity and genuine love of people. Her dark red hair and green eyes took after several of his aunts and cousins, but her figure was that of his mother, Victoria. He often thought that the increase in Anna's negativity could be tied to the fact that as Jackie got older and more stunning, Anna just couldn't compete.
His daughter filled out a body that was lush and voluptuous, far better than Anna's had been in college. Having let herself go over the years; Anna was still stunning in her mind. Dressing like someone fifteen years younger, and wearing ridiculous amounts of makeup, he felt his wife was getting desperate. He thought about what had happened tonight, her voice still ringing shrill in his ears.
"I'm going to Cheryl's for the evening, she's got some new blah blah blah we're going to check out and then blah blah blah for a while, and then we're going out for drinks, don't wait up, trust me." she barked, going upstairs to change into her 'club dress'.
When she came back into the kitchen, she took up right where she left off, grabbing a piece of paper from the counter. "Make sure you do," he heard her reading off the list of things she had for him to accomplish before he went to bed.
At times he felt like a third child, but in truth, after being married for 24 years, he had learned to nod his head in the right places, do as she asked. It just wasn't worth the shrill, self-righteous argument that he'd end up losing regardless. He hoped he'd have some time left over to do the things he wanted to do. As he pondered his life, he felt a soft warm hand in his, the calluses on her fingertips from playing the violin scratchy on his palm.
"Dad, you know I love you, right?" she said, staring at him with the green eyes that he'd fallen in love with the first time he saw her. He nodded, a sad smile on his face. He looked around in confusion, not realizing that he'd tuned his wife out so much that he hadn't even realized that she had left. He honestly wondered if he cared at this point.
"So, you know that I'm not saying this to be mean," she said, her voice rising in frustration, "but where's your spine?" He chuckled.
"See!" she blurted, "That's what I mean! You don't even get upset! I have to do it for you!"
"Jax, listen to me," he began, his voice soft, but firm. "What happens with your Mother and me is nothing to be concerned with, we make it work," he said, placing one hand over hers, squeezing it. "It's not worth rocking the boat, baby."
"Rocking the boat?" she yelled. "She's a fuckin' bitch, Dad, and you're acting like a total pussy!" She sat back, jerking her hand away and folding her arms beneath her considerable chest.
"Apologize," he said, his voice low.
"No!"
"Jacqueline Claire McMillan, you will apologize now!" he said, standing suddenly. Her eyebrows rose, eyes going wide, hearing the power in his voice. She hadn't heard him use this voice since she was a little girl and had been extraordinarily difficult.
