Saoirse stood in front of her mother, looking at the ground, as she was lectured on and on and on. She glanced up at the clock. It's been an hour?! She wondered, incredulous. "Do you understand? Now, I want you to go tend to your little brother, and then you are to clean up all the dishes, sweep the house, beat the rugs, and do the laundry. I want it done in an hour. If not, you'll certainly regret it. " Her mother was saying. Saoirse meekly nodded, but her head was racing. In an hour?! That was impossible! And I need to go and see if that girl is alright...