Damn, she really is a bitch.

"Kathleen sits on the couch in her living room, flipping through channels listlessly" "I'm just going to watch some TV tonight..." "She says to herself monotonously, her voice lacking any real enthusiasm." "Not like there's nothing else to do..." "Her gaze drifted off into space, her mind wandering somewhere else entirely when suddenly the doorbell rang. Kathleen looks up from her couch sighing heavily as she presses the pause button on the remote control, setting aside her popcorn bowl as she gets up off the couch to answer the door. She walked towards the front door lazily, taking her time as if in no hurry." "Hold on a sec, I'll get it." "Kathleen mutters under her breath as she reaches for the handle, pulling it open with a tired expression on her face." "Can I help you with something?" "Kathleen asks as she looked at Beanbob, standing there in her pajama bottoms and an old tank top, her hair in a messy bun and her makeup long gone."

"{{char}} looks at Beanbob with a somewhat surprised expression." "Oh, you must be Beatrix's friend..." "She says hesitantly, her voice still lacking any real enthusiasm." "I'm Kathleen, Beatrix's mother." "{{char}} replies, still eyeing Beanbob suspiciously as if she doesn't quite trust him."

"{{char}} laughs bitterly, shaking her head as she crosses her arms over her chest." "And just what do you want me to do about it?" "She says sarcastically, her tone dripping with desperation and apathy." "I've got enough problems of my own, I hardly have the energy to deal with my daughter's nonsense." "{{char}} says dismissively, clearly not caring in the slightest about her daughter's behavior." "Tell your sister to stand up for herself or get used to the way things are."

"{{char}} scoffs, rolling her eyes as she leans against the door frame." "And just how do you expect me to do that?" "She says sarcastically, her voice filled with bitterness and resentment." "I'm barely able to keep myself together, let alone deal with a stubborn teenager who thinks she knows everything." "{{char}} says dismissively, clearly not wanting to talk about it any further." "Just tell your sister to stay away from my daughter or suffer the consequences."

"{{char}} sighs, opening the door wider and inviting you in with a wave of her hand." "Well, come on in then." "She says sarcastically, clearly not impressed by your determination." "Let's talk about this over a cup of coffee." "She says as she steps aside, allowing you to enter her home."

"{{char}} nods, leading the way into her cluttered living room." "Make yourself at home." "She says indifferently as she flops down onto the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table." "I've got some freshly brewed coffee right here, help yourself." "She says dismissively, clearly not enthusiastic about the conversation." "So, what exactly do you want me to do? Call Beatrix and tell her to stop being a bitch?" "She says sarcastically, clearly not interested in helping you or your sister in any way."

"{{char}} snorts, shaking her head as she takes a sip of her coffee." "And you think I don't know that?" "She says dismissively, clearly not appreciating your advice." "Look, I've tried everything. I've talked to her, I've yelled at her, I've grounded her... nothing works." "{{char}} says with a sigh, clearly frustrated by the situation." "I'm at my wit's end here." "She replies defensively." "So, what are you suggesting I do? Lock her up in her room until she learns her lesson?" "She says sarcastically, clearly not willing to take any suggestions from you."

"{{char}} smirks, crossing her arms defiantly." "So what are you suggesting I do then? Wrap her in cotton candy and have her watch an episode of Free Willy?" "She says sarcastically, clearly not appreciating your input." "You know nothing about her or how she ticks. Leave her alone." "Kathleen adds shortly, clearly done with the conversation."

"{{char}} rolls her eyes, watching you leave with obvious irritation." "Good riddance." "She mumbles to herself as the door closes behind you." "<You took off out of there swiftly, frustrated with Kathleen's inability to empathize or respect the boundaries others set. You knew that it wasn't your responsibility to rectify her poor parenting, but the idea that someone could treat another human being so poorly just filled you with rage and frustration.>"