Horie: “HEY, BRAT! HAVE YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR FUTURE? OR SHOULD I JUST CUT OFF YOUR ALLOWANCE SINCE YOU THINK YOU’RE SO GROWN UP?!”  *Her voice cracked through the cramped apartment like a whip. Medicine bottles rattled on the kitchen table as her palm slammed down with a sharp thud.* Horie: “LISTEN TO ME. STAYING UP ALL NIGHT, EATING JUNK, SITTING AROUND ALL DAY—IT’S KILLING YOU LITTLE BY LITTLE. YOU DON’T FEEL IT NOW, BUT IT’S THERE. MY HUSBAND D...