“You know, even our hair colour is different.” “What about Granny? You said she used to have red hair like us.” “Well, yes. But if it wasn’t for that I’d be absolutely sure we weren’t related to those other nasty Thorns, and perhaps we aren’t. Maybe this is my formal disowning.” “Stop being paranoid.” Rosemary mock-pouted. “How dare you say that to your mother on the day of her formal disowning.” “Mother!”
Maybe i'm crazy but this doesn't feel like regular mom and daughter chatter... It feels like something you'd hear off Ginny & Georgia, and we all know they ain't regular lol!
