afterward..
no longer ranting she made her way shyly to his side… head bowed… eyes lowered… she felt small… a little afraid.. a little embarrassed… and ashamed of her harsh words. she thought back at the fierce woman who had spoken with such passion.. such heat in her voice… and she smiled a little.. but just a little.. because she also very much loved being the little girl at his feet.. in his lap… and sometimes under his belt when he needed to teach her right from wrong… good from bad… what is allowed.. and what will be punished.. a tear rolled down her cheek.. she snuggled into his jean clad leg… wiping it away… feeling the rough fabric on her skin.. sorry she had said those mean things.. and so happy he did not turn her away because of them.. but instead directed her to be better.. and loved her still…
