Bella claimed that she wasn't being a brat, but she sure acted like one. And to top it off, she was forty-two years old. There had been so many nights where I had to leave the dinner table because of her screeching, endless rants on things that were so frivolous in comparison to everything else. One night, I almost slapped her for screaming about a bagger accidentally making a bag slightly too heavy for her on her way out of the grocery store. "Sometimes, I think violence is the only way to solve the problem of my cousin," I remarked to my friend Stewart over coffee; Stewart always liked hearing about Bella's ridiculous vitriol.