A/N: Song by Simon and Garfunkel, one of my personal favs! :)

Chapter 3: School Break Blues

or:

"A Hazy Shade of Winter"

February 1986

Specifically where they lived, February was an awful month for their family. Because of the month, it was at its coldest – and due to the lack of food and warm clothing, it was safe to say that they shivered on most nights. Not only that, but there was a mid-winter break, and the Go siblings relied on school meals because of the fact that they were free. Because of this break, they no longer had access to the resource. Henry had to beg his boss to let him work everyday for the rest of the break. Since he was still a minor, there was only a number of hours he could work up to. Still, he wanted to grab whatever shift he could.

Their parents were working frequently – well, their mother was, while their father didn't as much – which left Henry having to watch them a lot. Their mother would tell them that Henry was in charge, ("Listen to Henry…") while she and her husband went to work or decided to have a fun night out, which for the most part didn't end up being fun.

Sheila was an early riser. Part of the reason was that she slept on that uncomfortable couch in the living room. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was seven in the morning. She knew her brothers were definitely still asleep.

Stretching, she got off the couch and wandered over to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grinned, there was actually more food than usual. Grabbing a yogurt, she shut the fridge and took a spoon, eating it while making her way back to the couch. She made sure to put the TV at a low volume to not wake anyone up. She sat there eating her yogurt while The Jetsons were on.

Sheila felt something brush against her feet. She looked down to see that Lizzie was awake and smiled. "Morning, angel." The cat meowed as Sheila scratched under her chin. "You're hungry, aren't you? Is that what that is? You only like me when I get you food?" Sheila always made sure that Lizzie was fed. They always had little pieces of fish and meat, mainly turkey. She rose from the couch and prepared a plate of turkey for the cat. After that was done, she went back to the couch to watch TV.

Two episodes later, roughly forty five minutes, was when she heard the sound of her brothers' bickering. Sheila smirked and listened in.

"I called dibs on the shower!" That was Henry.

"Why do you have to get everything first?" retorted Melvin.

"Because I was born first!"

"Oh shut up, Henry, that's such a lame excuse!"

"Nope, that's the way things are… HEY!" Sheila heard the pounding footsteps rushing forward. "Damn it!" Henry appeared in the living room, storming in. "Fast little son of a..." He took note of Sheila's presence. "Oh hey Shell... Ooh, The Jetsons are on?" He made his way to the kitchen and got a banana. Returning to the living room, he sat in a chair, watching the show along with his sister.

"Are the twins awake?" Sheila asked, her eyes still locked on the screen.

"Surprisingly not," Henry answered. "I mean, considering that Mel and I were arguing. They're sound asleep in their crib."

Sheila smirked, looking in Henry's direction. "He's always been faster than you." She was referring to Melvin.

"Because he's built like a pencil."

Sheila nodded in agreement, highly amused, before moving back to the twins. "It's good they're getting more sleep. What time should they nap today?"

"I'd say directly after lunch," said Henry. He paused to think about it. "If you have lunch around noon, then they should nap at one." Sheila nodded at this, still watching the TV screen. Henry turned his attention back to the screen as well. "Haven't we seen this one before?"

"What episode haven't we seen?" Sheila said cheekily, finishing her yogurt. "What's the deal with lunch?"

"I bought some peanut butter, jelly, and bread yesterday," Henry answered. "We can make sandwiches."

Sheila made a face. "I'm tired of peanut butter. I always scarf it down quickly."

Henry smirked. "We can always eat Hamburger Helper instead."

"No, no, no... peanut butter is fine," Sheila insisted immediately. Hamburger Helper, though cheap and filling, was what Sheila considered the worst thing known to mankind. "On break will you bring us Bueno Nacho?" She didn't know why she would ask this every time, Henry always did when he had his break smack in the middle of his shift and take food home. When Henry nodded, she spoke again: "I'll have the usual." Her eyes shifted to see Melvin's hair wet, with a plain white t-shirt and shorts, and he was carrying Wes on his back while Wen was trotting alongside them, giggling.

"Scoot over," Melvin said to Sheila, who did so. Melvin turned, his back facing the couch, and gently let go of Wes so he could sit alongside Sheila. "Are we getting Bueno Nacho today for dinner?"

"We are," Henry answered. "What do you want?"

Melvin smirked amusedly. "You know all of our orders by now, Henry."

"No, I really don't – because you like to mix your orders each time and change it at the last second whenever we go inside to order."

Melvin waved it off. "Just get me a bean burrito. Oh, wait, actually – can you get me a soft taco!" He grinned, almost maliciously, which Sheila couldn't help but cackle at.

Henry groaned. "You're impossible."

Wes crawled onto Henry's lap. He instantly smiled down at him. "Good morning to you too!" He said, his tone changing completely. He turned to Melvin. "You let them out of their crib?"

"I almost didn't have to," Melvin answered, sounding surprised himself. "When I got out of the shower they were already up trying to climb over it. I don't get why they'd do that…"

Henry scoffed. "You and Sheila did the same thing."

Sheila and Melvin made faces at him. "What are you talking about?" Melvin dared to ask.

"Especially you," said Henry, chuckling as he began to reminisce. "You loved attention. You tried getting out of your crib many times so mom would hold you."

Sheila smirked in Melvin's direction. "Momma's boy."

"I am not!" Melvin protested, crossing his arms. He looked over at Wen, who was staring up at him with a smile on his face. He picked the twin up and set him on his lap. "I swear Wen, it's just 'pick on Melvin' day! Sad, isn't it?"

Wen reached over and sloppily put his hand over Melvin's nose. "Big!" Sheila and Henry burst out laughing at Melvin's expense, who just sighed and hugged his brother closer to him.

"Sheila, we're supposed to gang up on Henry, not me!" Melvin exclaimed.

"Maybe if you didn't steal the shower I'd be nicer!" Henry retorted.

"Don't have a cow," Melvin said with a smirk. His eyes went to the TV and made a face. "Ugh, we're watching The Jetsons again?"

"What else is there to watch?"

Melvin took the remote out of Sheila's hands. "There's five channels, out of the five, this is probably the least interesting thing on."

Just as he changed the channel, Wes cried out from Henry's lap. "No!" He tried to reach for the remote, but he was too far away. "Back, back!"

Sheila grinned as Melvin scowled, turning the channel back to the futuristic TV show. "See, they like the show."

"Whatever."

"Henry," Sheila said, in a hopeful, sweet tone; a tone Henry was all too used to. She glanced over to see Melvin was petting Lizzie, then back at Henry. "I want to go over to Lucy's today."

Right, of course, she wanted something.

The eldest pressed his lips together in intense thought, which annoyed Sheila. It wasn't a long walk by any means, and he normally didn't have a problem with her going out in the morning, the problem was what time she would be home. "When are you going over?"

"...Uh, in fifteen minutes? She told me that her family finishes eating breakfast at around seven thirty, so... she told me I could stop by." Sheila had a pleading tone. "It's also for the stupid winter packet homework, I promised to help her!"

"See, this is the part where she gives you the puppy dog eyes…" Melvin whispered to Henry, which Sheila glared at. Melvin wasn't phased at all.

"C'mon Henry, please."

"Oh look, here she goes!"

"Melvin, shut up," she hissed, but her voice changed when speaking to Henry. "Please."

Henry sighed. "I'll save you a sandwich for later. I want you back at three pm, the latest, understand?"

Sheila's eyes lit up in glee, that she won. She got up and made her way to hug Henry, who rolled his eyes in amusement. She picked up Wes from Henry's lap and hugged him as well, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She handed Wes back to Henry. "I'll be home by then. Now I have to get dressed!" She practically skipped out of the living room. Her two brothers shook their heads as she did so. Most of her clothes were by the bathroom in a bag - again, not very ideal - so she quickly changed into clean clothes that she had washed yesterday.

In the corner of the kitchen was where her school bag was. She checked to see if her brothers were watching her, before opening the fridge. There were at least ten beers in the fridge, reserved for their father. Frowning, she opened her bag and put all the beer cans in it, thankful that no one saw - she was getting quite good at not getting caught - and zipped the bag shut. "Bye guys, I'll be home by three!" She walked a little faster than usual so her brothers wouldn't stop her. Thankfully, they didn't. She shut the door behind her; victory was sweet.

Sheila obviously wasn't going to drink the beer. She had tried it once, and it was painfully bitter. But she knew some suckers that would like them. It was killing two birds with one stone. Her father wouldn't get drunk and hit them, and she would be able to sell these beers around the neighborhood for some cash. She knew who often bought alcohol around her age, so she knew what houses to stop at. Henry could never do this because he probably thought it was too 'beneath them' to do. Melvin could never do it because he didn't know people like she did, also the bullies were probably lurking around every corner.

Two dollars per can of beer. A little bit on the expensive side for this neighborhood in particular, but she knew that kids her age would do anything for beer since the deli wouldn't sell it to them because they were underage. That's how she found herself sitting with Lucy in their local park, clutching the backpack with all her might, waiting patiently. Lucy, on the other hand, was appalled at the idea.

"I can't believe you're doing this," Lucy marveled, shaking her head.

Sheila shrugged. "It's a good profit."

Lucy sighed. "I don't even know why you need to do this." Sheila was about to open her mouth and explain exactly why, but then she quickly brushed that aside. Lucy didn't need to know about her financial situation. "Sheila, this is insane. You could get arrested for this."

"So?" Sheila quipped, she smirked as someone had already come up to her. When he asked for a beer, her smirk disappeared instantly. "Two bucks, take it or leave it," she gruffed. Without a moment of hesitation, the boy slapped the two dollars into her hand and picked up the beer with the other. "Thanks, spread the word." The boy that had come up to her knew who she was, and wouldn't argue the price – her reputation had preceded her. She had a feeling she wouldn't have any trouble for the rest of the day.

After the boy left, Lucy's jaw dropped. "Those are thugs! Beer is gross."

"It is, it does bad things," Sheila agreed mildly. "But it makes good profit, it's for a good cause."

"What cause?" Lucy gawked. Sheila couldn't help but roll her eyes. Trust Lucy to be so incredibly naive. "You worry me sometimes. Turning into them..."

"It's called making money," Sheila replied, trying to be calm. "Not everyone has it like you do." She was beginning to say too much...

"What..."

"Never mind," Sheila said, waving it off in a huff. "Forget I said that. Look, you can either go or stay here with me, yeah?"

Lucy looked like she was about to leave, but then she decided against it. "If I get arrested, I'm pinning it all on you."

Sheila smirked at her. "Wouldn't expect anything less," she remarked, as another potential customer came up to her. "Two bucks, take it or leave it," she repeated gruffly like before. The boy gave her the money and she handed him a beer. He walked away. Sheila marveled at the four dollars she had just made in a matter of minutes, her eyes glimmering upon the sight. "Wicked."

"Do you need to borrow money?" Lucy asked her, looking around the park very paranoid. "Because I'll lend you some if you need it."

"I'm not taking your friggin' charity," Sheila snarled. She saw a cloud of emotions reign on Lucy's face and sighed. "I'm sorry, just... sorry."

Lucy didn't say anything, and it was probably for the best. After only thirty minutes, all the beers were sold. She felt the weight of twenty dollars in all singles in her pocket and loved the feeling of it.

"That's amazing," Sheila said after a whole minute of admiring the money she made.

"Yeah it is," Lucy said absentmindedly. She had stopped paying attention to Sheila selling alcohol a while ago. "Now can we have lunch at my place already? We're having chicken tenders."

Chicken tenders did sound good. "Sure," Sheila said, with a smile. "I have to be home by three though. What do you wanna do then?"

A shrug from the other girl. "My dad bought a new boombox that we can listen to. He's been playing his old Beatles cassettes there though. I can ask my sister to borrow her Cyndi Lauper ones." Sheila wondered if Lucy knew of her situation by now, no matter how oblivious she may seem. They've been friends since the fourth grade and Lucy never asked, not once, if they could go to her house instead.

Lucy lived in a world where her father loved her. And it killed Sheila inside.

Nonetheless, Sheila smiled. "Sure!"

Henry checked the clock for the tenth time in a row. It was approaching three thirty and Sheila wasn't back yet. He was tempted to go out and look for her, which he has done in the past, but he didn't want to leave Melvin alone in the house with the twins, though it wasn't uncommon for him to do so.

Before Henry could consider the thought again, the phone began to ring. Thinking it was Sheila, he picked it up. "Hello?"

"...Henry?" A feminine voice answered, which wasn't Sheila. It was Lindsay Greene.

He smiled a little. "Lindsay, how are you?" He had been courageous and gave her his house number during the break. They had been meeting frequently at Bueno Nacho during his break, after he immediately delivered his food to his siblings and spent whatever time he could have with her. It wasn't ideal, but it was the closest he could get.

"I'm good. I was wondering..." Her voice treaded off the line. "Do you maybe want to walk around a bit after your shift is over?" Henry swallowed a lump in his throat. He had to be home by ten, it wasn't a question. But he couldn't keep standing her up like this. But at the same time... ugh, he just couldn't.

"I have to be home by ten," Henry said. "My siblings are going to be all by themselves. My parents... they took a vacation," he lied through his teeth. Lindsay was crazy. At around ten was the time when the neighborhood began to act up. If they stuck around, who knows what could go down? He knew that Lindsay was one of those people that did go out frequently to parties - and to be honest, he himself was one of those people - but he just couldn't do it anymore.

He could feel Lindsay frown on the other line. "Oh, that really sucks..." A pause. "Me and some others... we were gonna go out." Henry knew what she meant by that. They were going to get into some trouble. Nothing like vandalism or anything like that, but it did involve illegal activities. And to say that he hadn't indulged a bit with smoking and drinking would be a total lie. But also knew how Lindsay got her kicks. The rumors weren't very kind.

"Maybe one day," Henry said, though he was saying that more and more and was growing tired of it. "I promise." The sound of someone opening the door got his attention, looking over, he finally saw that his little sister arrived. "I'll call you right back, Lindsay. Okay? Bye." And he hung up.

"I'm back," Sheila announced, making her way to the bathroom quickly to try to hide the money. She had a specific hiding place there since her bedroom was technically the living room, and someone could easily find it. But before she got there, Henry had stepped in front of her.

"It's three thirty," Henry said with his arms crossed, frowning in disapproval. "You're thirty minutes late."

She rolled her eyes. "Only by thirty minutes."

"But I said three on the dot," Henry pressed. Sheila's eyes hardened. Henry knew she was resisting the urge to slap that look of authority in his eyes. She didn't say anything to him, and after staring him down, he finally sighed and gave in. "Just... listen to me next time."

"Of course, sorry... got carried away. Lucy and I were listening to music on this new boombox she bought. You can play your own music on it. How great is that? It's like a record player, but better." With that, Sheila brushed right past her older brother carelessly and made her way to the bathroom and shut the door.

Melvin suddenly appeared from out of the bedroom, frowning. "Do you smell that?"

Henry turned to him. "Smell what?"

"It smells like alcohol."

"It always smells like alcohol here," said Henry, as if asking what Melvin's point was. The younger of the two brothers still kept that frown on his face, pressing his lips together.

"...I assumed dad was home," Melvin said, his voice sounding a little uneasy.

"Not yet," Henry said, with a sigh. "But Sheila's finally back. Mom should be home soon." Melvin did have a point; the smell of alcohol was stronger than usual.

Sheila came out of the bathroom, her expression still hard. Her eyes softened as they went to Melvin. "Wanna play chess?" Melvin doesn't say anything, but he does nod. She smiled at him. "The chess set is in your room right? How are the twins doing?" She made her way to the bedroom. Henry doesn't say anything but watch her go. Melvin looks at him, with a look saying that something was up, but brushed past him to go play chess with his sister.

After an hour has passed, Henry needed to get ready for work. Their mother had finally arrived, with impeccable timing, ready to take over. Sheila felt this was a lie, they needed to make sure that there was an actual adult in the house. Nothing would really change. When he was dressed and in his uniform, he made his way to the bathroom. Reaching under the sink to get another toilet paper roll, he found that behind it was a stack of one dollar bills. His eyes grew wide, counting them all and realizing that there were twenty of these. He made a mental note that when Sheila arrived, the bathroom was the first place she went to, and she had been acting pretty suspicious.

He had no time for this. He had work now.

Scowling, he placed the money back where it was, and made his way out of the room. "I'll be back in a few hours," he said to his mom, giving her a peck on the cheek. He turned to his siblings. "Be good. Call me if there's an emergency." Henry let his eyes stay on Sheila for a bit before he left the house. She had a lot of explaining to do later.

Sometimes, Sheila wondered if her mother was all there.

As the twins ran around the living room, their mother was watching TV. Sheila had looked over to notice that she hadn't blinked once. The news was saying something about a stabbing - which was sadly nothing new - and her eyes just bore into the TV, devoid of anything. She should be focusing on the fact that Melvin was currently kicking her ass in chess, but other things were on her mind.

"Shelly."

"What?" Sheila said sharply, annoyed that her thoughts her interrupted. She saw that it was her move, and her face fell upon realizing another pawn had been taken from her. "Oh..." She made a hasty move. "Sorry."

"What's your damage?" asked Melvin, looking a bit hesitant. "I mean, you're not focused at all today, you just walked in late and..." He paused, looking really hesitant to say this: "You smelled like alcohol, Shelly."

Sheila's head immediately snapped up to his level. "What the hell are you talking about?" Her heart began to race a bit. "What are you trying to say?"

"You know what I'm trying to say," Melvin pressed, looking over to see that their mother wasn't really listening. In a whisper, "You were drinking today weren't you? God, you're not even twelve yet, I—"

Her heart slowed down. "Wait, what?" She said, and she actually felt a chuckle escape. "That's what you think? No, I wasn't drinking. I wouldn't touch that. I've seen what it's done to dad. Also Henry has come home pretty messed up from parties before and threw up a lot."

Now Melvin was confused. "Huh? Then why did it smell..."

"It always smells like alcohol here. Don't tell me you're surprised by now?" Sheila asked, acting clueless. And it was working. Melvin actually seemed to be deep in thought. "That's what I thought."

Even if she didn't drink the beer...

Sometimes, Melvin wondered if his sister was growing up too fast.

To Henry's surprise, he had made it home before his father. Confused, he looked over to see his mother and Melvin looking very panicked, but Sheila looked anywhere but at him. Their mother held Wen in her lap, while Wes was hugging Melvin. Sheila kept her attention on her hands as if they were a science project, projecting a calmness that their mother and Melvin couldn't.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked immediately, his eyes going to his mother, who just shook her head with tears slipping out of her eyes.

"He hasn't come home yet," she said.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Sheila—"

"Mom let's be honest, it's a good thing," retorted Sheila.

"Enough," Henry cut in, frowning. "I have a question for you. Where were you today with Lucy?"

Sheila crossed her arms. "I already told you. I was at her house, we listened to music, and..." She froze as she saw Henry suddenly charge into the bathroom and came back with a bunch of singles all adding up to twenty dollars. "...Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh' is right," Henry spat, holding the crumpled money up. "Where did you get this?" Melvin's eyes went wide in shock. Their mother seemed to catch on as well.

Sheila's face fell. "I..." She didn't get time to answer as the rest of the family heard the drunken shouting coming from outside. Their eyes all went wide as they recognized their father's voice, apart from the twins, who just looked alerted.

Henry sprang into action and took Wen from their mother. "We're going to go hide now. Let's go."

Sheila was about to follow them until her mother grabbed her by her wrist to stop her, "Now you see what you did?"

She yanked her wrist out of her mother's grasp. "What are you talking about-" But it was too late to hide with her brothers as her father slammed the door and cast his eyes on her and her mother darkly. He does not say a word, instead he looked away and walked over to the fridge. Sheila knew exactly what he was looking for, and unfortunately for him, he would not find it.

Meanwhile, Henry, Melvin, and the twins were hiding in their bedroom with the door shut and guarded. The silence was haunting in itself, because they didn't know when their father would suddenly erupt and scream.

"Where the hell is my beer?!" Their father shouted, slamming the fridge in frustration. "There was at least eight beers in here and now they're all gone!"

Suddenly, the dots connected in Henry's head.

Sheila's backpack. The smell coming home. The twenty dollars that he found. The beer is missing.

How could he have been so blind? He looked over at Melvin to find that he had already figured out what their little sister had done. She escalated from stealing food in the cafeteria, stealing money from church, to selling alcohol to others on the streets? The two brothers exchanged a look of shock, while holding each twin, who were completely oblivious to the situation.

"You probably drank them all already," Sheila retorted.

Melvin and Henry visibly winced.

"Why the hell is she provoking him?" Melvin asked his older brother, his eyes wide with horror. "Does she not value her life anymore?" He ran a distressed hand through his hair and tried to regulate his own breathing. "Jesus Christ..."

"She sold them," Henry finally said, who was in deep thought over the events of today. He looked over to his brother. "She took them out and sold them... I knew something was funny... But then I was certain when I found the twenty dollars..."

"...She made twenty dollars?" Melvin asked with surprise, almost like he was impressed. He bit his lip, not knowing how to feel about the situation. "I mean, dad is meaner when he's drunk, so maybe it isn't a bad thing..."

"Yeah but he's going to get meaner because he realized that all his beer is gone, Melvin," Henry snarled, shaking his head. "Bad move."

"Damn, and I thought she was drinking," Melvin said in disbelief. "Never thought she'd do that."

Another crash was heard and the four brothers visibly flinched.

Luckily it was only their father slamming his fist into a wall and not into a person.

"Shut your mouth!" Their father roared, his eyes dangerous. Sheila flinched a bit, but kept her ground, awaiting the punch. He looked around, roaming on what to do. "I..." He found himself to literally be speechless. He felt his fists curl up, looking ready to throw another punch. But instead, he went over the door and threw it open, leaving and slamming it shut. Sheila looked over to her mother, wondering what the hell just happened. Her mother didn't seem to have a clue either. After two minutes, Henry popped his head from the side, he turned to his other siblings signaling that it was okay.

"What happened? Is everyone okay?" Henry asked immediately, to which Sheila and their mother nod. He looked around the living room. "Are you sure?" More nods follow. Melvin brought over the twins with the same amount of concern as Henry. The eldest sibling finally looks at Sheila knowingly. "You sold dad's beers when you went out, didn't you?" Sheila said nothing, instead glaring at him. Henry wasn't playing any games with her. "Didn't you? That's where the twenty dollars came from. That's why it smelled like alcohol."

"So what if I did? We made money and he's not drinking," Sheila said.

"You endangered your life!" Their mother exploded at Sheila, narrowing her eyes at her. "You know... you are just so lucky he didn't hurt you! What is the matter with you lately?! You should be lucky that instead of pounding your face in, he just stormed off to a bar!"

Sheila felt her blood boil. Now she says something. Especially using phrases like "pounding your face in." The nerve...

"I should be lucky that dad didn't hurt me," Sheila said icily, repeating her mother's words with a snort. "I should be lucky. He shouldn't be hurting us in the first place, mom! Why can't you see that?!"

"Stealing his beers and selling them!? It's like you're trying to get him angry!"

"Why isn't he spending this money on getting us food on the table?!" Sheila roared. "You just don't seem to get it!"

"You can't just steal from people!" Henry exclaimed. "Not only that, but you sold alcohol on the streets. That is a crime. Which is wrong."

"First of all," Sheila started off, her face red. "If we're struggling to put food on the table, then you're going to bet I'll do whatever it takes to make ends meet. Besides, I was stealing from dad. I made money off the alcohol he buys, which in case you didn't realize, is one of the many reasons that dad hits us. I literally just saved us all today. You should be thanking me."

"He just went off to a bar, Shell," Melvin said with a distressed sigh. "He's probably going to get drunk and hit us anyway."

"I still made money," Sheila spat. "I'm tired of waiting. The faster we get money, the faster we can protect ourselves with a tree house. We're almost there, I can feel it. Just let us keep the money this time. It's our money anyway. It's not like I stole it from anyone." Their mother was about to open her mouth to protest, but closed it. Her eyes said it all however, they were filled with fury. Sheila knew what they were thinking just based on this response.

They were going to keep the money this time. At least she got what she wanted.

Henry however, had to add something to it. "You're not doing this again. No, no. I won't hear it. No more going to your friends houses to watch MTV, or listening to boomboxes, going to the park, or whatever the hell it is you do with your friends for the rest of the break. And I'm not even saying that because you stole from dad, but because there have been some fights lately in our neighborhood."

Sheila immediately revolted. "But that's only after night! That never happens in the morning!"

"The cops had to come in and break it up," Melvin added. "And you know how aggressive the cops get here. Two people had to be sent to the hospital." Sheila scowled and looked away. Of course she knew about all of that stuff. It's not like she could get away from it. It was everywhere. "We need to be careful." She glared at her second eldest brother. Obviously she had expected Melvin to be on her side, but was shocked that he was siding with Henry. In defiance, she kicked the chess board beside her and stormed out of the living room and to the bathroom.

God forbid her family do things her way.