She flung it through the window, seething with rage. One more word from him,he would get blows not just slaps. Like an infuriated bull, her eyes alight and raw with anger, she glared at him. Again...again...again he's done it, why? Why? why? why? And each time she always (always underlined) managed to flare up. He knew how to get her there. He always pushed her to her red zone. Right now all she wanted was to kick and bite him but on a second thought, she opted for the one most women knew how to do;she used her tongue, raining abuses on him. He was calm, a slight smile stuck to his face like he was enjoying the 'little rift'. He always, always does that thus fueling her the more. How she hated him just then. How she wanted to tear at his face. With his hands tucked into his pocket, he smiled down at her, his demeanor cool and calm calculating the appropriate time for him to speak. When she finally piped down, he said softly in an unperturbed manner, "Why do you always...
Saying it as it is & uncovering the unfruitful works of darkness (Eph 5:11)