“Mother nature is a fickle and forgetful bitch," she snapped. "She needs a helping hand and I am trying to hurry her along for their sake.”

“Can I help you up?”"No,” she said bitterly. “I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.”"Bitch,” I said, squatting to help her up.”

“Well, I got to get out of this uniform. But Kyle, just a word, you’ve been snapping and harping at everyone trying to help you with this wedding, and you need to knock that off. Everyone knows when they’re being a bitch.” He looked pointedly at his daughter.Livia patted her sister’s shoulder. “It’s true. You’re being a bitch.”Kyle threw the floral catalog at her as she headed downstairs.”

“She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.”

“Mother nature is a brutal bitch, red in tooth and claw, who destroys what she creates.”

“I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.”