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She was good at hiding her temper, from the kids anyway.
But when she was alone with him, her anger was a force to be reckoned with. Her heels would stomp across the floor, dress swishing around her, and she would slam down plates and cups.
He asked her to stop, finally, when she turned on him and glared at him with those angry eyes. He told her that it was painful to see her like that.