Chapter 57 Naughty

• Aimee was fragile in the morning. She was waspier than usual, scowling at me as I fried up egg and bacon. My optimism was shelved in seconds. I’d been a fool to think anything about our seemingly heartfelt chat would last through the night. She was back to her usual bratty self, loud and clear.
• “Do you have to cook right now?” she snapped. “I think I’m gonna barf.”
• I pushed down my indignation, turning to face her with a spatula in hand. “Did nobody ever teach you manners, or are you simply this obnoxious by choice?”