The End

I wanted to snap at her but let her continue.

"She cried after you left, drank several of my favorite beverages, and you're going to need to replace those."

'Damn.'

"Michelle!" I exclaimed.

"Okay," she continued. "She then made a phone call, and after a brief conversation, she started crying again, pacing back and forth. She then called someone else and appeared to talk for almost half an hour, after which she screamed and began crying once more."

"Damn it," I muttered. My feelings were a whirlwind of anxiety, heartache, pain, fear, and anger.

"I think our little princess cries too much."

"Michelle?" I interjected as I glanced at the road, pushing the car to its limits.