Oh but she was. It was just a confusing anger and thus she couldn't really act on it perfectly. Damn confusion.
<"You sleep on the floor. You don't even get the couch. One pillow and a sheet."> Which actually wasn't bad. They'd slept in worse conditions. He'd have a helluva crick somewhere though. Because he's old, her mind joked and she chuckled to herself.
She grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at him as hard as one could possibly throw a pillow before climbing under the comforter. Yes, she was keeping all the best stuff for herself.