Qeya River varos

Phoebe had a rock, and she was gonna Cain the next motherfucker who tried her.

She carried it like an awkward stork, her neck bent back to the point of pain, but why would she give up? Huh? This was her rock, and she’d take a swing at anyone who took it from her. So, she pranced circles around mamá, rock held like a prize, daring her siblings to try it.

Of course, if they did, it was more likely Phoebe would start choking on it than drop it.