s. Smith, her face a mess of tears and despair, did somethi

was sickeningly audible. She knelt before Mark, her h

Sarah needs another surgery. The doctor said... he said there' s a chance. Just a small chance

the power to the speakers. The entire club was staring. The public confrontatio

d, is she

r-in-law! What kin

all the cops. Thi

ble force in the room, a wave of di

smile spreading across his lips. He let her stay there, beggi

pants pocket. He pulled out a few crumpled, worn-out bills. A twenty, a five

flutter from his fingers. They rained down on her

with mock pity. "Go buy yourself

ething inside Mr

me of manual labor, connected squarely with Mark' s jaw. The impact was solid, satisfying.

utiful second, it

ip with the back of his hand. He looked at Mr. Smith, and the coldnes

fool,"

and grabbed Mr. Smith by the front of his shirt. Mr. Smith was not a small man

he old man doubled over, gasping for air. Mark didn't

loor, groaning, a dark bruis

her hands and knees to her husband'