a wolf angel is not a good angel

Two days ago, I fix my evil sister’s computer. Again.

Yesterday, my mother and I are doing the crossword puzzle in the kitchen. My evil sister walks in to eat dinner (my sisters ordered pizza, my parents and I ate barbecued stuff later). She gets mad that my mother and I are doing a puzzle because, I don’t know, she doesn’t like it. She asks us to stop, she’d like to talk to my mother. I say we were here first, blah blah.

Eventually I say fine, let’s talk! I ask her about something: she ignores me. I keep trying to talk to her. She alternately ignores me and yells at me that she’s not talking to me, and that I should shut up. I say fine, continue doing the crossword puzzle, though I read a bunch of the clues out loud. She gets mad. I say I’m happy to do either, she just needs to choose. She gets madder. She says she doesn’t want me doing the crossword puzzle in front of her. She says she doesn’t want to talk to me, either. She does not seem to understand how her dislike of me doesn’t mean I’m going to not exist except when she needs stuff from me.

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