Vida

“Your mother is a baker," I snapped. "How do you not know how to work a bleeding stove?" "And yours is a flashy fashion designer," he shot back. "But I don't see you prancing around the place in fur coats and Prada handbags.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Tequila again?” Feely glared at Gibsie. “Really?”
“Listen, I’m not going to sit here and apologize for something that happened a million years ago,” Gibsie huffed. “I puked on your dog. Feely. It was a genuine mistake. I’ve done it to Sookie a million times and you don’t see her giving me the cold shoulder. And I haven’t done it since, so can we please move past it?”
“I don't have a dog – that was my mother you puked on!” Feely snapped, sounding outraged. “And it was last Christmas, not a million years ago, asshole.”
“What?” Gibsie frowned. “That's was your Mam?”
“Yes, asshole!”
“Ah, lad, I’m so fucking sorry,” Gibsie strangled out, slapping a hand across his mouth. “I thought she was a dog.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“You look at her?” I demanded, appalled. “At my Shannon?”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13