"Misguided instinct? Do you even know how broken you sound?"
"Heather!" Jacob begs. He reaches out for her, but Heather steps closer to Isidor with a defiant glare.
"And what happens in custody?" she demands. "How could that be worse than any of what we're going through?"
With a sweep of her arm she asks, "And who gave you the right to decide who goes into custody anyway? You? You know, not all of us Westfall rubes want to be used to inflate your ego the way you use my brother. Which we all think is sick, just so you know."
She huffs with a trace of amusement. "That's it, isn't it? That's just how you are. You find sad, lost people and you use them to feed into your sense of self-importance. You're hollow on the inside, Isidor Durant."
And then she goes and does it. She can't stop herself! Shaking her head as she glowers, Heather Weatherhill jabs one finger right into Isidor's chest.
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"Heather!" Jacob begs. He reaches out for her, but Heather steps closer to Isidor with a defiant glare.
"And what happens in custody?" she demands. "How could that be worse than any of what we're going through?"
With a sweep of her arm she asks, "And who gave you the right to decide who goes into custody anyway? You? You know, not all of us Westfall rubes want to be used to inflate your ego the way you use my brother. Which we all think is sick, just so you know."
She huffs with a trace of amusement. "That's it, isn't it? That's just how you are. You find sad, lost people and you use them to feed into your sense of self-importance. You're hollow on the inside, Isidor Durant."
And then she goes and does it. She can't stop herself! Shaking her head as she glowers, Heather Weatherhill jabs one finger right into Isidor's chest.