It’s infuriating.

The anger simmering within me made it impossible to focus, and I couldn’t stop thinking of ways to tear them apart.

"Ricardo…"
"My lady."
"Yes?"
"When a person is truly angry, what do you think they should do?"

Holding a cotton swab in hand, I carefully asked the young lady, who lay with her head on my thigh, how one should handle anger.

"Are you angry, Ricardo?"
"No, I’m not."
"Hmm…"

The young lady crossed her arms, rolled her eyes thoughtfully, and spoke.

"Eat chocolate. That’ll make it better."
"What if chocolate …