When Grace got home her father greeted her at the door with a bottle of Vodka in his hand. "Dad how much have youbeen drinking" "None of your damn businiess u little know it all" Grace began to walk to the stairs to avoid her father in his drunken rage. "You little twit your father is talkin to you." squeeked a voice of a woman not high on life... "Who are you to talk to me like your my mother!?" Grace hollered back. "I"M DAMN WELL CLOSE ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MOTHER!!" "DONT YOU EVER.... EVER compare yourself to my mother every again or i swear.." smack "Don't talk to Tracie like that.. you hear me?" Grace stood there in the middle of two people not in touch reality and didn't know what to do. There was no way to get through to them and talk to them civilized.. so she did the next best thing....