The Last Act

The Last Actthe longer retribution waited, the more terrible it would have to be, for his pride had been wounded long ago and the hurt still festered in his soulAnna was In the Kitchen washing a head of Boston lettuce for the family supper when the doorbell rang. The bell itself was on the wall directly above the sink, and it never failed to make her jump if it rang when she happened to be near. For this reason, neither her husband nor any of the children ever used it. It seemed to ring extra lo...