“You’re just a lowlife little girl,” Sara drawled on.
“Mmhmm,” you sipped at your coffee daintily.
“You can’t do anything for yourself,” she continued.
You gave another little nod, like a student who is listening to their teacher.

David drove up in his SUV on the road.
“Sorry, cousin,” you say, taking your jacket. “I gotta go.”
“Hope you have a horrible time,” Sara smirks.

“Oh, you know what Eleanor Roosevelt once said?” you say, smiling sweetly. ” ‘No one can make you feel inferior without your consent,’” you smile.

Sara looked at you like you had just grown three sets of tentacles and an extra eye.

“Ah, yes, cousin, is the rapid deterioration of your brain due to your overactive pituitary gland?” you say, combing your hair.
“What?”
“Oh, never mind, darling, never mind,” you step out onto the porch and give your fiance a nice kiss.
“Was she cussing at you again?” David says.
“Ah, David, I take pleasure in it,” you chuckle.
David raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll record a conversation sometime.”