Val rolled her eyes and muttered something that sounded like, "What are you, my therapist?" Likely not the best reply but then Val wasn't going to go on some stupid rant about how Woe is me, I didn't sleep last night and my life totally sucks cause of my stinking visions boo-freaking-hoo. Instead she wrote, 'I'm okay. Just-' She thought for a moment of what to say just as her cell phone buzzed in her pocket. She smirked. 'Just hungry. Gonna meet my mom 4 lunch.'
She looked it over once before returning it and just raised an eyebrow at Cori. What was she going to do next? Take out the ink blot test? Meanwhile, Bree was tugging on Valerie's shirt. "Not now, Bree," she said through clenched teeth.
"What's happening?" Bree asked.
"Nothing. Just keeping us from seeing mom, that's all." If Jordan was here, this would have gone a lot smoother.