I’m Asking Nicely
Sure enough, as soon as he came inside, he heard his mother’s loud voice condemning Jennifer for something or other. Joe clinched his jaw, feeling frustration pour over him. He was tired of being caught in the middle of their incessant squabbles. He normally avoided being in the middle of it. “Mom, please,” he said wearily, “can we just have one evening without arguing?” The fatigued man simply wanted to settle down and eat.

I’m Asking Nicely