Cancer was cranky when Jenna got home. Azul had pulled all her networking cables out and had chewed through a lot of them. She stood up and folded her arms at Jenna when she came in the door, pointing down to her destroyed equipment.
“If you’re going to work now, consider a damn babysitter. Or an after-school care program…” She scowled. “How’s a girl supposed to run a network when her sister eats the network??”