"I'm furious."

Georgia's face turned pale, her long hair disheveled.

Her carefully done makeup was now more than a little disheveled.

Polly looked at her daughter's enraged state, comforting her.

"Georgia, don't be hasty."

"How can I not be hasty! Mom, do you know how much those kids resemble Travis? Do you know how annoying they are?"

Georgia leaned back on the sofa, just thinking about being trapped in a sack by them made her tremble with ...