Clementine:
"I don't understand what you are saying," I told his mother, shifting comfortably on the bed because I did not see her as a threat. She was Yorick's mother. She would never harm me.
"You ruined the only chance my son had," she screamed, stepping closer until her fingertip brushed my chest.
I reacted without thinking and slapped her hand away.
"Hands off. What are you doing?" I snapped, even though I still felt very tired. That did not mean she could come at me like that.
I could tell she did not like my resistance because she gasped at my audacity.
"Do you not know who I am?" she muttered, pointing at herself.
"I know. You're Yorick's mother, and I respect that, but do not expect me to let you mistreat me," I replied quietly.
She smiled, but it was unhinged, and she stepped back from me.
"I am the mother of the man who will drop you if he hears you are misbehaving with me," she threatened.
I slowly leaned back against the headboard and sat still.
