[the stomping upstairs continues, until it's stomping down the hall.
then the stomping returns back down the stairs, and Cecelia returns with a small basket of random bottles of mousse and spray and lotion and such -- all things she just starts lobbing at him while yelling:]
STOP! BEING! STUPID! I can't beLIEVE you! Stupid! You KNOW better, you idiot! You KNOW BETTER!
[oh no, no more bottles. she lobs the basket with a furious huff, and by now her face is all red and wet with tantrum tears.]
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then the stomping returns back down the stairs, and Cecelia returns with a small basket of random bottles of mousse and spray and lotion and such -- all things she just starts lobbing at him while yelling:]
STOP! BEING! STUPID! I can't beLIEVE you! Stupid! You KNOW better, you idiot! You KNOW BETTER!
[oh no, no more bottles. she lobs the basket with a furious huff, and by now her face is all red and wet with tantrum tears.]