The bloody head - I
Catherine's lips quivered, like she was about to cry, and this was the bad cry. I knew that from my experience. Big fat tears had gathered in her eyes that were about to fall down and almost squeeze my heart with them.
"But I cannot!" She yelled, stopping her foot down, signaling the incoming tantrum before her crying session. "You will not believe me, and I will not tell you anything!"
I could almost feel the headache coming. Marilyn did not look good as well. Yet, she stood in front of the doors with her arms crossed silently. Tell Katherine whenever she turned around to look that she was not moving until Catherine would not start speaking.