Azalea pursed her lips. Even if Euphie was doing well with the kids, this wasn't a routine the girl could—or ought to—keep up. Life in Emillion was difficult enough without freeloaders.
And so Lea's attention was immediately given to logistics, "How long are you giving yourself? In case their parents don't—"
"Shut up!" interrupted a dark-haired boy, who'd sprung as if from the shadows (though no doubt he had simply ambled in from another room), "You can't say stupid shit like that."
Lea could only stare, dumbstruck, at the boy. So much vitriol for one so young—"I'm sorry," she managed, finally.