Kat shot up from the chair and spun to face him, her face sudden ashen in the darkness.  She stared at him, unsure of what to say.  At first, she was too shocked to say much of anything, and then she was angry.  It was a rage that boiled up from the pit of her stomach, into her throat, and she advanced upon him with the fury of a madwoman, hands fisted until she was within his personal space.<br/><br/>"How dare you, Anthony," she spat, her hands grabbing hold of his shirt and yanking him against her.  Her mother was her best friend, and now she was gone.  Kat would not hear even Tony speak such horrible things about her mom.  She shoved him away from her and started for the door.  If she had to walk the whole way home, she would.