The three strangers all looked at Nadine. "Where have you been?" the woman asked.
"What the fuck is it to you?" Nadine spat. Almost immediately, she slapped her hand over her mouth, shocked by what she just said. She had never said a dirty word in her life.
"It matters to me, because I'm your mother and I'm responsible for you," the woman said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips, looking very stern.
"Yeah, well I wish you weren't my mother," Nadine said, sourly. But she wasn't her mother, right? Her mother was La ... La ... what was her mother's name? She couldn't remember. She couldn't even remember her last name. Nadine started to get scared.
"Get over here and eat your breakfast!" the woman yelled, obviously angry.
Not knowing what else to do, Nadine ran ...
