Greenwich, Riverside.
It was just like any other ordinary village.
Gloria Kennedy headed out to the river to draw water as usual, but as soon as she stepped out of her house, she realized that someone had splashed filthy water on her doorstep.
She fumed. 'What have I done wrong? My husband is dead, and I worked hard to raise my daughters. I've never done anything wrong! Why are they trying to drive me into a corner? I haven't even offended them!'
Still, she had no idea who had splashed the water on her doorstep.
She headed out to draw water to clean the doorstep, but a couple of middle-aged ladies walked over just then.
"Oh, Gloria, why are you carrying your own bucket of water? Didn't I see some men helping you just a few days ago?" That woman's name was Hilda Acre.
