“Sam, get your butt right here,” Clarisse yelled at Sam when he didn’t listen to the ten hollers of his mom for dinner, “… I am going to sell this TV. I swear to god I am.” Clarisse threatened.
The hurtle from the day’s tantrum had drained all the energy out of Clarisse, making her vulnerable to vexation. And coming home and finding Sam ignoring her fed the rage which she kept hidden after the encounter with Wichita.
There are times when Clarisse wonders about Sam's stubbornness. She couldn't help herself but to cook up all the possible scenarios of the worst. What if Sam never ceased to abandon his obstinacy? Although she would be the one to blame, she solely has a history of rebellious nature. Eric never crossed his father. He was an obedient daddy's little boy.
“Mom, the sky scrappe
