Her brother's comment that she was no long young and trim was batted harmlessly away, she'd heard crueler things screamed on the wards. Yet it was the comment that she was once his sister. That annoyed her. She placed her hands on the hips that were no longer sixteen years wide

"William Patrick Blacke! I was yeur sister. I am STILL yeur sister, and I will be yeur sister til the day yeur dead-stiff in a box wearin' in yeur Sunday best... And if yeur not careful, yeu'll land in hospital and I'll be yeur sister there too! Understand?"