“Where you been?” he asked. “At the bank,” she answered; her voice cold and sharp as a razor. Benjamin gave her an icy cold look but stayed with the hosing. “I wanted to withdraw my money…” “For what?” he asked sarcastically, “A trip to New York?” “It was my money! You had no right!” “I got every right!” he shouted. “I’m your husband. I say what money gets spent on! This tractor’s more important than some jerkwater notion of you becoming a singer!” Susanna scooped a rock from the ground and hurled it at Benjamin’s head. He ducked and the rock cracked hard against the side of the tractor. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted, then came running across the yard and grabbed hold of her hair. He all but dragged Susanna back to where the tractor was standing; “See what you’ve done!” he shouted and shoved her nose into the dent. “You think I give a fuck about this tractor!” she answered defiantly. That thing’s a worthless piece of shit far as I’m concerned!”
