"Want some cheese with that whine?" she replied, mum mode fully engaged. "You know why! Now, put a smile on your face and go wish your grandpa a happy birthday!"
The 'or else' was left unsaid.
"He's not my grandfather," I spat, "just some guy grandmother-"
I didn't see the slap coming, but sure noticed its arrival.
I stood shocked; she'd never done that before.
"Keep it up, Katie," she breathed, "that's -"
I wasn't listening: Guess I get my temper from mum.
"Happy birthday, arsehole," I said, as I spilled the ice from my glass on his head.
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