Viola was sure that her mother would have no problem bending her over her knee and breaking a cooking utensil over her arse, no matter what age she was. Maybe the knowledge of her mother's absence spurred on Viola, because it wasn't like she had to worry about her wraith until later. And by that time her father would have cooled down enough to talk her mother out of it.
Oh no the soft, soft jacket! Her mind protested, her lip pouted, but the words did not exit her head. At least she still had the bottle of water. Viola waved goodbye to the Centurion as if everything was okay and the sun shone in the night sky.
With a huff her put her hand in his. He was no fun at all. The drugs made her feel happier, made everything so full of sensation. More people needed whatever it was that was in her system. Normal parents would have had to wait the drugs out or take the child to the ER to get their systems flushed somehow, which still involved waiting, but not here at Willowbrook, the crappiest place on earth, she thought to herself.