“There are, Daddy!” she sobbed. “Mommy told Aunt Elm there’s a monster in the house.”
He slowly got up and slipped out the door into the hall, looking back to check one more time that she was sleeping peacefully. His wife stood at the kitchen sink washing the dishes from dinner.
“What’s the matter with you?” he growled. The flat of his palm striking her cheek. “Where do you get off telling her about monsters?”
“I didn’t–” she begged. As he gripped her by the upper arm.
“There’s no such thing… as… monsters!” he said in a low voice, his fists under scoring the words.