^CHARLOTTE^
Sometimes I wishe I were an only child.
“Sarah, bugging him ceaselessly about coming here was not what I meant. I meant responsible involvement. Try asking him to let you tag along with Brody for a day. Learn the ropes. Shadow him.”
“That would go a long, long way with him, score you major brownie points. Just show a flicker of genuine interest in something, anything, other than trying to escape to my glorious, much more interesting presence.”
“But I just miss you guys! And I despise it here with just Dad’s little puppet, William Moreau, who we begrudgingly call an older brother, and the gruesome twosome we affectionately refer to as parents!” Three distinct growls rumbled this time from the background, louder than before. Someone was definitely getting seriously riled up.
