Everyone kept staring and listening to the conversation Young-Jae and Ashma were having with each other. No one else spoke. They all kept their eyes and ears glued at them. They were screaming like cats and dogs. Both were not ready to back out. The screaming match continued.
"You are the girl from India?" shouted Young-Jae. Hell-fire rained from his eyes. He clenched his fists inside his trousers' pockets.
Ashma narrowed her eyes and knitted her eyebrows. "You are the fucking man, the old man who destroyed my mother's life," screamed Ashma through gritted teeth. Ashma looked at him and within one look understood that the man in front of her, whom she scolded in the morning, was her stubborn, arrogant grandfather, the bully, she heard so much about.
