This time, I'm not sweating her diet or leisure. Soon enough, she'll outgrow her dance outfits.
Angered to the point of speechlessness, she stomped over to snatch the rehab plan from my hands.
I wasn't quick enough, and she grabbed it.
"What's this? So fascinating you can't even fetch me water?"
"A surgery plan? Where did a cripple like you get the cash for that?"
"Is it your lover's money? Hand it over! It's my dad's money. You heard me?"