My son-in-law is being beautiful.
He brings her fruit teas and delicious
little dainties from the local delicatessen.
We don’t speak of their ordeal.
My husband is pumping up security
at our house, but this isn’t really
the neighbourhood for home invasions.
I am quite horrified to think my child
was threatened by that uncouth monster.
The lurid description curdled my blood.
But they shall be safe here. It is our
parental obligation. I shall watch my girl
like a hawk. No stranger will even breathe