by Bill Newton
Posted 2/07/15, 09:59 am
She was young, modestly dressed, attractive, innocent looking, and projected an aura of purity. Then she spoke. It wasn’t her tone, nor her pitch, or even her volume. It was the vitriol and four-letter words that flowed so smoothly out of her mouth. It was clear these terms weren’t foreign visitors to her lips—they were well-entrenched residents. The discordant music that erupted didn’t fit with the beauty of the instrument.