Lost Creek Hollow find a girl, settle down

no mom, you're not allowed to get emotional. didn't you know you're just supposed to be the meatbag that supplies the milk, and not allowed independent thought or feeling? GOD, PULL UR SHIT TOGETHER.

speaking of shit not being together, sionnach was still there, BAWLING on the floor like a drunkard that had been cut off at the bar. she bawled so bad, and so loud, that she started to give herself hiccups -- mostly because she was too busy screaming to gasp for breath. funny thing about breathing, it's kind of mandatory -- so after a few long sustained wails, sionnach was redder than a raddish and wheezing for air.

her mom's tender, lovefelt, sweet ministrations were completely ignored, because as much as we want to believe liffey was sweet and kind, sionnach was positive she was the proverbial dragon tormenting the princess in her castle; HOW DARE U DENY UR CHILD MILK, HOW DARE.

the hiccups did not subside; instead, they choked out sionnach's drowning wails to the point where the little nugget was completely immobilized by very furious and very insistent hic, hic, HIC, HICS.

look what you've DONE, mom!