Mal watched Maribel slip into the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. Mal had known all along that Mari was not cut out for this family. She was easily offended and overly emotional. Why couldn't AJ see that? Why did he have to fall for the weakest link? She was a terrible addition to the family, always had been. But noooooo. No one ever listened to Mal. She was the crazy psycho bitch around here.
She sighed, feeling more annoyed than anything else at the moment. She reached over and took a sip of her wine. It was a little dry, but it would have to do. "Don't tell me she's gonna go cry in there just cause poor wittle Mal was mean to her?" She faked a pout and then rolled her eyes. "Please." One thing was to cry over not being fit enough to reproduce. Another thing was to cry over nothing.