Helanie:
And she would have been successful, due to my emotions making me lose control over my body, had someone else not arrived in time.
"What makes you think you can abuse her, Mother?" Kaye hissed at her, his hand holding her. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
I'm pretty sure Kaye, always wanting her attention, had never raised his voice at her like that before.
"She called me a piece of shit," she quickly complained, and Kaye looked up from her face to me. It was the kind of look that didn't need an explanation.
"What happened here?" he asked me that time as he stepped between me and his mother.
"Nothing. I just want to go back to my hotel room," I said in a quiet voice.
I didn't have a home, so I always had to explain what I was calling "home."
"Sure, you should go back to where you came from. You shouldn't have come here in the first place," she hissed at me. "And don't look at my son like that. He's not leaving his brother's rehearsal dinner for your messy self."
