It was sunny today. Over dinner, Mom abruptly initiated a quarrel with Dad. She seemed to be in a particularly grumpy mood. I can't say it was completely unexpected—every time she's unwell, she tends to become irritable. She harshly chided Dad, brandishing her hand in a way that was hard to ignore. I didn't want to appear flabbergasted, but she swiftly redirected her fury towards me as soon as Dad backed down. I had no choice but to retreat with my plate into my room to finish my dinner in peace. Thankfully, MeeMaw didn't show up today; otherwise, she might have become another victim.