In Barbara Jacksha’s short story, the author gets right to the action immediately. “Moments before the dead oak fell, we formed an equilateral triangle,” in first-person narrative, the un-named self-professed “city boy” husband, introduces the principles in story, the new wife Sherri, her father Buck, and no name husband, thus, the triangle (Jacksha 1). What strikes me immediately are the perceived dangers in the tree felling, the husband states, “It was late in the season to be dropping a tree; the ice was already dark and slushy,” however, the city boy is cajoled into taking part in dropping the mighty oak, “ But Father knew best” (Jacksha 1).
