Chapter 14 Bailey

• The drive home was proving to be an awkward one. Morgan, thankfully, had not been sick again but had done nothing but moan loudly the whole time we had been in the car, and I had to listen to my Mum talking to her like she was a little baby. Reassuring her she would be okay, because Morgan was truly acting like she was dying. Jeez, it was self-inflicted, and it isn’t like most people don’t experience it at some point in their life. She had drunk too much. That was all. Yet here she was acting like she was at death's door, facing her demise.
• Goddess help her tomorrow morning when she wakes up with a raging headache if she thinks this feeling is bad! The way she will feel with a hangover will feel like death itself… I will have to make sure I am out of her way, because I don’t think I could tolerate that. I am trained to deal with kids, but a poorly Morgan, sheesh, she is on a whole other level. A true nightmare.
• But my Mum coddling my sister was almost bearable when compared to the atmosphere between my Dad and my brother. That tension could be cut with a knife. It was so tight. It was a good thing my Dad was driving, or they would likely be physically fighting by now. The insults being thrown back and forth were ridiculous. Anyone would think they hated one another. But, in truth, they were actually quite close. That is just what they do when they disagree on something. Unfortunately, that seemed to happen quite often. Something I had become accustomed to over the years, but it still didn’t make it any easier when you got caught in the middle of it with no means of escape.