"My grandma isn't a cook. How could she cook every day? My grandma isn't cooking today. Go home and get something to eat."
Curly hugged her arms, blowing gently on the bite. The wound is a bit deep. I wonder if it will scar. If it scars, I won't be pretty anymore. If I'm not pretty, I won't find a handsome and wealthy husband like Dad.
Curly suddenly felt like crying.
"I told you to bite, and you actually bit me? I don't like you anymore! I'm not playing with you anymore! Don't come looking for me ever again!" Curly said fiercely, like a small, bristling beast.
"I'm hungry!" Shade Jervois said pitifully.
"All you ever do is say you're hungry, hungry, hungry! Doesn't your family feed you?"
"I haven't been home for many days," Shade Jervois replied.
"Then wouldn't your parents be worried sick? Did you run away from home?" Curly started to show concern for Shade Jervois again.
"My parents died a long time ago."
