After the war, Joe and Angelina, my mother, took to frequenting the local legion hall; a house band played there every weekend. It hadn't taken long for the couple's dancing prowess to become known; the other patrons would applaud and move aside when they saw the duo step out onto the floor: the handsome, well-dressed gentleman, and his exquisite, beautiful lady with golden locks that fell to her waist. How Mother loved it. For a time she would be one in mind and spirit with Joe. For a time she would be his equal. They wanted passion; I just wanted them to quit fighting. I wanted peace so badly...The compelling story of a troubled marriage and a family in turmoil. | Black Fury by Donna Miller, Paperback | Indigo Chapters