The book was plucked from her hands. Peter saw the smirk she'd been trying to hide, and it angered him. "It hindered him, Mom. I needed him able to fight, to patrol. Now, he can't do that. And you're laughing about it?"
The book tossed to the side of her bedroom, on the floor. "And you weren't even trying. So what happens when you do try, Mom? When you really make an effort?"