"Natalie, what happened to the vase?"
Olivia looked around the living room. Fitz didn't say anything about redecorating. She wanted to walk around the neighborhood, but she was in too much pain. She settled on the sofa with a blanket.
"I didn't break it."
"It's broken?"
"Abigail knocked it over."
"What?"
"When you were in the hospital, she tried to flip over the coffee table and kicked the vase."
"Why is she flipping in here?"
"It was too cold to play outside, and she can't come to the gym anymore after school."
"Why not?"
"She's kicked off the gymnastics team."
"Was she arguing with the coach?"
"Yeah, she flipped off a ladder. It was really high."
"Get her down here. Now."
Abigail was out of control. She came downstairs a few minutes later.
"Are you trying to break a bone?"
"No."
"What are my rules Abigail?"
"Come home before dark."
"And what else?"
"No jumping in the house."
"You know this. I don't allow jumping at our house, so why do you think you can flip over a coffee table in our new home?"
"I wasn't trying to break the glass."
"No jumping and no running."
"Okay."
"You owe your coach an apology."
"I'll go apologize now."
"I know you will. Natalie go with Abigail."
"I can get there myself."
"You are being very irresponsible. Natalie is going to make sure you don't break any bones."
"Mom, I can handle it."
"Do not let her go anywhere besides the gym. No coffee shops. Your sugar intake is getting reduced. You are bouncing off the walls and your teeth are hurting."
"Why are you being mean to me?"
"Let's go brat."
"Who are you calling a brat?"
Natalie took a step towards Abigail and looked her in the eye.
"You are a brat now let's go."
"Thank you Natalie." Olivia said.