"I told you not to talk about her anymore," Charlie snapped, glaring at her father with enough venom to melt stone. "I don't need your constant doting to solve my problems. I need to meditate and figure this out on my own. Nothing you or Auntie have done has helped." Her knee bounced more in agitation.
"And I keep telling you it's not a block."
"And I keep telling you it's not a block."