With loathing, Leah stared at Luke as he ate his lunch. He did not just eat his lunch, he inhaled it. He snarled and ground, plowing his face into the plate, laughing and talking all the while.
Luke appalled her beyond ordinary disgust. Leah wondered if she could tolerate Luke much longer. Everything, ev-er-ry-thing, about him drove her to the edge of insanity.
Pig! she screamed, ripping her clothing to shreds. Being a twin is hell!
Leah threw her wet and sodden diaper, which landed on Luke's face. She crawled away with all the fury she could muster.
Haven't we all been there with a sibling or two? Or with a spouse?