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Famine had stopped cutting while he talked, and once he was done, she just looked at him for a long moment. Then she stabbed the center of the pie as hard as she could, flew out of her chair, and got very close to Patrick's face.
"You are acting," she told him, enunciating each word clearly. "Like a child. Your brothers agreed to look after your children so you could grieve privately. I agreed to look after you, because I've known you a long time. But until Clio comes back, you will have to be mother and father to time and I didn't mind. Your children need you at your best, because them. Yes, this situation is fucked. And yes, it's extremely unfair. But we've been here for several days, and you've spent most of that drunk."
She withdrew from Patrick's space, but she didn't sit back down. "And now you probably think I'm a massive bitch, so hooray, I've got that going too," she muttered, wishing she had her cigarettes to hand.