“Get her! She doesn’t listen to anything I say.” Scarlett pulled her three-year-old daughter by the arm.
“Come to daddy.” Jordan reached down and twirled his daughter upwards. Ruby wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. “It was your bright idea to bring her to this museum.” He griped.
Scarlett swung her purse around. She leaned in closely to the glass encased exhibit containing a fragile map and compass used by the late, rugged Isabella Bird. She glanced back at her husband. “Don’t you want our daughter to be a strong woman?”
“Depends on what your definition is.” Ruby began twisting and turning, Jordan let her back down. “If it involves constant nagging, then no.”
“Freedom! Look at this!” Scarlett fanned her hand through the air. “So many artifacts that helped women wander off the grid.” Scarlett was jealous of their journeys, no secret there. “A chance at a life away from terrible marriages and motherhood.” She went as far as to stick her tongue out at their daughter.
An awful shrill exited Ruby’s lips. Jordan, once again holding Ruby, moved in centimeters from his wife – with his teeth tightly clenched, he whispered. “I tell you what, you ungrateful wench. When we get home, you can pack your bags, grab you a compass, GPS, whatever your preferred method of guidance. Mount you a horse or you can even plop your tail down in the front seat of that Jeep I paid for. But, when I tell you this, know I mean it with everything in me. Don’t come around my daughter or my home again!”
Scarlett gasped, stormed off, and asked for a refund for her less than desirable museum visit. She caught an uber home having convinced herself that Jordan wasn’t serious.
Strong women sometimes need husbands.
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