“Parent? Don’t parent me, Shmeilia. Look how your pointy-eared ones turned out for gadzamighty frugging crissakes!”

“Please. Aaron is in mergers and acquisitions and Arye’s interning on the stock exchange.”

"Right. Two dim minions of casino capitalism! And you’re happy with that?”

Gretchen disconnected. The gamey thing was nothing. She considered throwing it across the room or at someone’s head. But what if she hurt someone? She didn’t want another hospital.

She could throw it on the floor. Smash it to sharp shards. Dadzilla would be mad, but soon enough he’d getter a cooler tablet which he shoulda anyway, the cheapo creepo.