“You don’t spend enough time with her!”
“You spend too much time with her!”
“Her sister was brutally murdered alongside her friend, she needs the comfort!”
Ruby sung under her breath as she painted in circles on the piece of paper in front of her.
“Comfort doesn’t include lying to her!”
“You try telling her we’re getting a divorce after she’s just lost her sister!”
“She doesn’t know what divorce means!”
Ruby dipped her paintbrush into her jar of water before dipping it into the brown paint.
“I just think we shouldn’t spring this on her too soon!”
“The plan is for me to move out so you can look after her just like you want and she’ll think I’m on a business trip far away!”
“I can’t lie to her like that!”
Ruby picked the piece of paper up and pinned it to her bedroom wall.
“And the lie of Santa Claus? How is that any better?!”
“There’s a difference!”
“You know what? I can’t take this anymore! I’m going out for a drink!”
Ruby looked out of the window to see her mother stalk out and storm down the street.
“You always upset Daddy.”
Her knife glinted in the moonlight.
“I hate you, did you know that, Mommy?”