"Patrick Byrne is a dumb Irish fucker who thought it would be great sport to try to get under Mary and I's skirts at the same time, he deserves everything I did to him." she said in a voice that brimmed with contempt, even if it was muffled by a pillow.
She groaned again. "No, but I would love to be insensitive, Papa, to be insensate is a wonderful thing, especially when your whole body hurts and it feels like you can lose your stomach."
Delia uncurled her body, stretching her feet out. "I'm laying here in pain, you're speaking very loudly and I'm listening to you. Isn't that what we were doing?"