“But … I was supposed to be looking out for her. I was responsible for her. I...”
Georgina grasps hold of Bellona's chin in the palm of her hand; and, brusquely lifts Bellona's head up to look her in the eyes...
“You were five; Bellona. Tell me … how is a five-year-old suppose to be responsible for a three-year-old; huh?”
Bellona remains silent; blankly staring into her grandmother's eyes. Georgina continues...
“Why aren't you saying anything … what; you can't answer that? … Of course, you can't answer that; and, you know why? Because a five-year-old can't be expected to be responsible for a three-year-old. … It wasn't you fault; Bellona. Not in the slightest.”
Georgina releases Bellona's chin; then, glances over in Pomona's direction, and jocosely teases...
“If it was anybody
