“I’m going to need a muzzle,” Clarice muttered to herself, rolling her eyes at Brian. “Oh yeah, I’m really going to do that and have to walk through all this crap for however long. I don’t think so.”
“I wouldn’t waste good cereal on you,” she said simply, determined to distract herself with the cupboard as she heard him coming over. Couldn’t he just leave? Go sit with the baby or something?
“No,” she shot back, only then realizing that was technically the wrong answer. “Well, I don’t know yet,” Clarice replied getting up on her tip toes as she shifted boxes from side to side. Not there either! That stupid cow of a sister. “GOD. Marissa couldn’t leave me with anything good in this house!” Clarice yelled rather exasperated as she flailed her arms about for a moment.