We
hoisted Oak onto the dinning chair, Edward grunting as we did.
“What...?”
He groaned, “What do you think you're doing?”
I
snatched the line from the table where Edward had dumped it and
quickly tied Oak's left hand to the back leg of the chair.
“Say
something Mary,” my husband demanded, but I was busy and didn't
reply. I ran the cord behind the chair to secure his right hand.
Once his arms were tied, I secured his legs to the chair's front
legs, first right, then left. It was only when I knew that he was
held fast that I could face my husband's disapproval.
“I
wont let them do it,” I said to him, “I just wont.”
