It Was A Damned Good Thing Men

I Don't Like Your Tone," Was Violet's Standard Answer When One Of Her Children Was Winning An Argument.

The Look Anthony Shot At His Sister Was So Comically Malevolent Simon Nearly Laughed. He Managed To Restrain Himself, But Mostly Just Because He Was Fairly Certain That Any Show Of Humor Would Cause Anthony's Fist To Lose Its Battle With His Brain, With Simon's Face Emerging As The Conflict's Primary Casualty.

Don’t Tell Me Your Name. It’s Likely To Awaken My Conscience, And That’s The Last Thing We Want.

You Might Wish To Revisit Your Understanding Of The Word Everything.” Gregory Turned To His Mother. “vocabulary And Comprehension Were Never Her Strong Suits.” Violet Rolled Her Eyes. “every Day I Marvel That The Two Of You Managed To Reach Adulthood.” “afraid We’d Kill Each Other?” Gregory Quipped. “no, That I’d Do The Job Myself.

It's The Curse Of Motherhood. You're Required To Love Us Even When We Vex You.