Maryanne had spent that morning fishing, as she usually had, trying to get back into the 'normal' mode. Back into the groove of her usual responsibilities. Normally she would have taken Tim with her, but this morning his older self wanted to babysit his younger self. Which was a little odd, but very convenient.
She was on her way to the supermarket, where she generally used the meat market to clean, prepare, package and freeze the fish. Dressed in her usual fishing attire, black tight shorts and a black camisole, both of which covered her more than a bathing suit would. "Parnel, what in hell's name are you doing? Get up you stupid stupid girl, you're going to give your kid as the same level of brain damage as you have."
She might have been a little rough when she pulled the girl to her feet by her arm. "Go on, go home. Steve isn't going to want to screw you, he's a good man. A married man, who's loyal to his beautiful wife. Who isn't a woman that worries over her aspirin sized breasts every five seconds, and cheats on a once in a life time sort of boyfriend with a man that's probably twice her age, because he's slightly famous." There was no loss of venom in her tone. The glare was cold, as she gave the demand.