"Granny, what is this nonsense letter from my mother!?" Angela said, fuming.
Not again! Menedelia sighed and groaned. "Let's talk outside, my grandmother still sleeping in my room," she said in a hushed voice.
They exited the hut and went to the wooden bench under the shade of the tree.
Menedelia lowered herself on the bench. "Sit down, child. Let's talk..." she said.
Angela refused to sit down. Instead, she started pacing back and forth in front of Menedelia.
Menedelia looked at her. "Why are you angry?" she asked.
