Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} naturallygwyn) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inpoormerit, |
Her expression soured, however, as she rolled her eyes. "All righ', yes, I cannae blame him f'r his state. But I'm just as scared too. 'S just... I have t' bloody live like this, f'r now, maybe f'rever. Gotta deal with it differently, else I'll crack, see? Go completely round the bend!"
She punctuated the last with an angry swipe at the meager contents of the coffee table. "What if I'm stuck like this?" she cried out in sudden fury as pages fluttered around the room and a small porcelain tchotchke went crashing to the floor. "What could I have possibly done to make God this angry?"