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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7121607" data-attributes="member: 6801311">Tamar nodded, putting aside her concerns. She pulled on some oven mitts and opened the oven, pulling out the roast. Heather could feel her mouth drooling as her sister plattered the pot roast and vegetables. “There’s some rolls ta warm up,” Tamar said, nodding to a basket. Heather quickly popped them into the microwave as Tamar brought the roast to the table. They passed each other as Tamar went to the refrigerator for the sweet tea. “What’s this?” Tamar asked. “What?” Tamar pulled out a bottle of half-drunk cognac from the cupboard. Heather winced. She’d forgotten that was there. “That’s...I threw a birthday party for a friend. Someone brought that.” Tamar gave Heather a hard look, and the younger girl dropped her eyes sheepishly. “Ya ain’t even twenty-one, Heather!” “She was! An’ Ah only had one glass!” Heather’s accent slipped through clearly. Tamar made a disgusted sound. “Ya know what this devil water does!” she said angrily, opening the bottle and pouring it down the drain. “Tam! That’s...expensive…” Heather winced. “Ah’m not dad, ya know,” she said quietly.” Tamar put the empty bottle in the trash and turned back to her sister, tears in her eyes again. “Ah know. An’ Ah don’t ever want ya ta be, Heather.” She came over and hugged her sister. “Ah’m sorry Ah snapped. Ah just…” “I know.” Heather managed to get her voice under control again. “I know what you did for us, keeping him from hitting us. And I’ll always love you for that.” Tamar sniffed and pulled away. “Gosh, Ah’m hungry. Let’s eat,” she said, wiping her eyes.TBC</blockquote>

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