"Is this the tone you use on me, DeAngelo?" Mrs. Murphy asked. "You used to be a lot more polite in the past. Has the money got your manners; Not that you had any... You were worse than that dried fish anyway."
Marcella stood firmly and watched as Mrs. Murphy spouted out those vile words with a conceited scoff to finish it all up.
Dried fish? Is she calling my sister dried fish?
"Yes, the money got to my head. So what?" Marcella asked. "I can turn you into a sausage if I want to. All I have to do is say it."
Mrs. Murphy's face paled. "Is this your manners?"
"Yeah, you were right always. I need to learn my manners. I cannot be late for work," she turned to leave.
"How is the little boy doing?" Mrs. Murphy asked. Her voice broke as she asked about little Joey.
