“You’re really mean today.” “Somebody has to be. Someone must remind you that you can’t be a brat.” My face pops up to face hers, my eyes wide. “A brat?” “A brat.” She crosses her frail little arms over her chest. “You can’t always get what you want.” “I know that, okay? Chill out.” “No one says that anymore.” “How do you … Never mind.”
