I don’t want her fucking dawdling in Daisy’s room. But she does anyway. Her eyes float to Daisy’s bed, the green comforter tucked in with half-assed effort. On a chair next to her, she lifts a white bra by the strap and twirls it around her finger. I grab it out of her hand with a glare. “Don’t touch her shit.” I toss the bra on her bed.
