Her face was wet and her plight became that of a lost, little girl.
"Show me then," she said through a couple of sniffles, "show me the way. Teach me how in ways my father won't do. Help me to find my vengeance." She then managed a soft smile, "Be the sisters I don't have."
For the moment, she wasn't thinking of tobacco, which her lungs were grateful for, nor liquor. She had a new found fuel to gain justice.