Perhaps Delilah was over reacting to this whole Tattler thing, but she really couldn't help it. She cared about her brother, and first there was the whole Germany thing now this. It seemed like a whole lot more than him just going out and having a good time. And no one else seemed to notice.

She threw another smoking pan into the sink full of water. Why did she even own pots and pans. Nearly everything she attempted to cook ended up in flames or black. Unless it was suppose to be black, then it turned some other color. Delilah didn't even know why she was bothering, she wasn't even sure Charlie was going to show up. She turned her back on the sink full of dishes and sulk off to the living room, sinking onto her couch, arms crossed.

Despite how mad she was at the moment, she did hope Charlie showed up. She was suppose to leave for a couple of weeks for a dueling tour that would take her across the Unites States. Which was great publicity right before the lull of the holiday season. But the whole trip would be less fun if she left not speaking to her brother.