Anger Detonation

Frank, Joan's husband, growled with rage when he saw his wife holding the wishing stone, another girl beside her. "What the hell are you doing?!" he screamed, leaping forward and grabbing the stone out of her hands before she could do any harm. "Honey!" Joan cringed back fearfully. "It's okay. I wasn't-" "Did I *say* you could touch my stone?" *He* had claimed it when he made her his to love, honor, and obey. It belonged to *him*, as did she. "And who the hell is this?" "I'm sorry, honey. It won't happen again," Joan assured him. "Frank, this is my friend Karyn from high school..." Karyn had watched the exchange with a bit of shock. Just who the hell was this guy to speak to any woman, even Sarah, like *that*? "Well, I wouldn't say friend..." she muttered, staring at this bastard with distaste. Frank eyed her carefully. It was pretty obvious Joan had wished her up with the stone, perhaps even from nothing. If there was even a chance she was dangerous, he supposed he should change her into a toad or something... Or even a second wife. "Tell me very clearly... in no uncertain terms," he borrowed a phrase from Thomas Jefferson, "...What you are doing here."