Emmeline continued to glare at him, even dared to take a step toward him. She jabbed him in the chest with her finger once she was close enough.

"By not drinking with boys," she said, as if it were the only logical thing to say, "And finishing school so I can make something of myself unlike those around me." She hadn't really realized until that moment how angry she was with her father for the mess he'd dragged the family into. All because he was an idiot gambler that didn't know his own limits. She knew hers. At least she did now.

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