[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Witchkit wasn't drunk anymore. She had no idea what she'd done- she didn't even know what she'd drank. But she did remember her telling her mother she hated her. And that was not true.
"M-mommy?" Witchkit asked quietly as she padded around in the dim light of the afternoon.