That idle thought going through her head, Karen cut this stupid leg of the celebration short by blowing out the candle herself.
“Karen Lianne Clay!”
That marked a dramatic shift in the mood of the entire room. Most noticeably in her mother, who after that suddenly angry outburst asked, “What on earth do you think you’re doing?!”
“He clearly wasn’t getting it.” With a motion to the baby, whose only reaction was to look scared by the sudden change in the mood in the room, the girl explained, “I figured I’d just help to get this over with already.”
“Karen, you know that wasn’t nice,” replied one of the girl’s aunts, clearly annoyed but trying to sound polite. “It was your brother’s cake.”
“W-Well, yeah, but he doesn’t know!”
“Karen!” The girl yelped when her mother cried, “Baby or not, it’s your brother’s birthday and I expected you to treat him with a bit more love then this!”
