The carriage sped along, and every now and then, complaints could be heard from inside.
"It's all your fault! I told you to get up earlier, but you didn't listen! Now we've missed it, who can you blame?"
"You blame everything on me? Who was it that took so long changing clothes three times? If not for your delay here, we would have surely caught up earlier and wouldn't have to spend our own money hiring a carriage."
"I changed my clothes because someone was too busy putting on makeup for their old face. Look at your age, you're old and still using make-up, who are you trying to impress?"
"I'll put on makeup for whoever I want! Even if I'm older, I'm still younger than you. You dare criticize me, an old man? Let me tell you…"
The arguments never seemed to stop from beginning to end.
Poor kids squeezed into a corner of the carriage, huddled together and not daring to utter a single word.
All they could do was let the carriage take them to an unknown future.
