"What do you mean controlling her?" Susan asks, clearly irritated, "and how is that your fault?" She's standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, her breasts heaving as her anger affects her breathing.

"I'll go with you," Mom says, running down the hall to get dressed.

"It's a long story, Sis. I'll explain it all when I get home." I stand up and we're nearly toe-to-toe. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Why can't Mom just take Maggie the transmitter? Why do you have to run off the minute someone mentions Nicole's name?" Fuck! I don't have time for this shit!

"Because it's my...