"To anyone who has children or plans to have children, I have a question: WHY? What do you want them for?"

"What the hell?"

The speaker is a dark-haired woman, who looks to be somewhere between thirty-five and fifty: tall, thin, elegant. She's well-dressed, wearing sensible low-heeled shoes and a thunderous scowl, and she storms into the Mansion mid-tirade.

"A little fucking peace, my God! Never mind this is the worst bloody possible time, dammit, I ( Read more... )