crosses a line. One quick motion — the back of his hand striking Harold’s cheek. The sound lands harder than the blow itself. Harold’s cap hits the floor. The room freezes in disbelief.
Harold doesn’t lash out. He simply picks up his cap, smooths it off, and replaces it. Then, in a voice that hasn’t wavered once, he says to Darlene, “May I use your phone, dear?”
The Call That Changed the Room
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