I came to bed, at a somewhat reasonable time - probably around 12 or 1. I was watching Hamlet 2, about to fall asleep. All of a sudden, Molly unleashed the sleepy fury on my innocent, tired self. This is what was said that evening:
"Emma. I've told you three times today..all day today, that I need help! You never help me with the dog."
At this point, I am laughing hysterically, trying to convince my dear, sleeping sister that she is, in fact, sleeping. Then, this:
"What's to funny, Emma? Why are you always such a bitch? Bitch!"
...my laughing starts to die down a bit.
Molly grabs the remote out of my hand and heads out of the room. I could hear her stumbling up the stairs and then use the restroom on the second floor. I was lying in bed, wide-eyed and freaked out as usual. Then it got really weird.
She storms back in the room and says:
"I will not let someone kick me out of my own room! Leave, Emma! Go somewhere else."
So next thing I know, I'm sitting on the foot of the stairs with my pillow, jaw dropped. What just happened?
The next morning, Molly came upstairs and said:
"Emma, why are you sleeping on the couch up here?"
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