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After years of copping criticism and rhetorical questions like ‘when will you grow up?’ Sophia McPherson is this morning pulling on her payback boots and gearing up to dish out sweet, sweet revenge on her hungover mother. 

Pam, Sophia’s mother, came crawling into her daughter’s room this morning reeking of Pinot Grigio and sin after getting a little carried away at a girls lunch in the town’s French Quarter. 

“Well, well, well,” Sophia said with a smug grin on her face. 

“Looks like someone is a little hungover” 

“Sophia, don’t start” interrupted a raspy Pam. 

“I thought you would know better by now” 

“Yeah, well, I don’t” snapped Pam. 

“Isn’t it funny how you spent so many years saying how disappointed you were in us kids because we drank so much” 

“No wonder we did, look at you, you’re sixty and still getting pissed.” 

“I can’t wait till you try and give me shit when I’m hungover, you won’t have a leg to stand on you old grog monster” at this point Sophia was circling around Pam like a lion would a wounded gazelle. 

“Ok, Sophia, that’s enough you’ve made your point” Pam snapped again, attempting to assert her authority but failing. 

Realising Sophia was never going to let up, Pam retreated back to her room to wallow in her mistakes and think about her life. 

Sophia was heard cackling like a hyena as Pam retreated. 

More to come. 


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