"What have you been after all day while I work to keep a roof over your head and food in your ungrateful belly."

It was not a question. Not really.

Kelty gazed at her bare feet. It became a point of interest for her grandfather as well, to her dismay.

"Where are your boots?"

His voice rumbled like a kettle drum.

"I..."

"Go get them."

He spoke calmly with the threat of measured violence that only he could manage. It would've been preferable if he raged and bellowed.

"Now."

Kelty was out the door in a flash.