Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows novel Chapter 3

In our house, chipped plates seemed to multiply like rabbits, each one a reminder of how tight money was. Mom clung to any plate that could still hold a meal.

She always saved the best plate for Dad, gave me the next best, and kept the one with the most cracks for herself. As time went by, the broken plates piled up until they all looked equally flawed. We all had the same battered plates in our hands, living lives that felt just as broken.-

Dad started asking for money more and more, his mood getting darker every time he walked through the door, his temper growing sharper. But then, out of nowhere, he came home with a spring in his step.

He brought a roasted chicken and a new dress for Mom. She thought maybe it was a sign of better days. But Dad's next words pulled the rug out from under her.

Holding her hand, he said, "Rosie, you know that casino downtown? There's a big shot there, loaded and well-connected. He thinks you're something special. How about wearing this dress and having dinner with him tomorrow night?"

Mom was known as a beauty in town. Her smile froze, and she stared at Dad, searching his eyes.

"Just dinner?" she asked, needing reassurance.

Dad couldn't meet her gaze. "Rosie, please, just this once. He promised to help me out later, and then I can give you the life you deserve."

Mom sat there, shaking, too shocked to speak. She looked like she'd aged ten years in an instant. I'd never seen her look so defeated, as if hope had slipped away.

Dad thought she wouldn't agree, and turned on her, shouting, "Aren't you the one who moans so happily in my bed? Why can't you do it for someone else? Damn it, you're not even as good as John's wife!"