"Get your sorry arse out of bed before I get the pots and pans out!"
Mae's shrill voice cut through the silence of Elle's room like a jagged knife. It had the desired effect as she rolled over in bed and clutched her head, hoping that it would miraculously quell her growing headache.
"Nan I'm feeling a little worse for wear," Elle grumbled, shielding her eyes as Mae tugged open the curtains, the sunlight pouring over her bed. "Go easy on me."
"I've got no sympathy for ya," Mae said, standing with her fists placed firmly on her hips. "You're grown enough to know better, Eleanor."
Eleanor. She was definitely angry.
As she moved to sit up, the room swimming dangerously around her, her grandmother was sated enough to leave the room. Elle arrived home in the early hours to find Steph aslee
