The Framed Wife's Reckoning

toxic atmosphere I'd been breathing at home. We checked into a rustic cabi

prepared for a hike, C

minal," she whined, looking at a menu. "Fi

over to that little vendor outside the park ent

bought a cheap hot dog and laced it with the rat poison she'd packed from home. The

e was gone, I found Ma

e. "I hope she's not going to buy food from that unlicensed vendor. The park ranger at the gate was

"Oh, Jen, stop being so dramatic. It'

insisted, my voice firm and clear. "They have signs ever

er at us with interest. His wife was holding up her phone

roudly holding a hot dog wrapped in f

fine, dark powder from a small plastic baggie onto the me

htings. As if on cue, a magnificent bald eagle soared into v

voice filled with fake exciteme

took it from her. "Here, let me," he said, and toge

og in its talons, and landed on a nearby

ell from the tree, landing l