"A Wealth of Love"
by Sandra Seamans
We sat in the dark hallway, both of us wrapped in our own thoughts and prayers. Only the soft glow from the antique lamps offered us any comfort in the blackness that surrounded us.
I could hear my mother’s voice drifting across the years, "You can take the girl out of the trailer park but...well, never mind. Just remember this one thing, marrying up don’t make a woman’s life easier, just gives her more expensive choices."
Poor Daniel, my sweet innocent son, was curled up under the hall table. Just a shadow, hidden out of sight. His mind closed to the sight of his father resting in a puddle of blood, a butcher knife plunged into his chest, his mother rescued from his father's savage blows.
I cradled my battered head in my blood soaked hands, sobbing out my fears. I needed to pull myself together enough to make that damming call to the police. One call that would decide our fate.
That night proved the truth my mother's words . Folks should keep to their own kind. Climbing out of a trailer park into a rich man’s house didn’t make my life better. My upbringing just gave my wealthy husband an edge. He could beat his poor white trash wife half to death without giving any thought to the consequences, but when he died...the jail cell door slammed tight behind me. And Daniel, my sweet boy, was free to live his life without fear.