"But why?" "Want some cheese with that whine?" she replied, mum mode fully engaged. "You know why! Now, put a smile on your face and go wish your grandpa a happy birthday!" The 'or else' was left unsaid. "He's not my grandfather," I spat, "just some guy grandmother-" I didn't see the slap coming, but sure noticed its arrival. I stood shocked; she'd never done that before. "Keep it up, Katie," she breathed, "that's -" I wasn't listening: Guess I get my temper from mum. "Happy birthday, arsehole," I said, as I spilled the ice from my glass on his head. 100 words |