"Tsk. Tsk. Pretending to be high and mighty in front of your kids and yet can't even stand a single confrontation? I warned you years ago, Mary. Raise your children properly and, since you have kicked me out, then let us live our lives without interfering with each other. I have done my part and never once did I set foot in this village. I mourned our husband in my own way and was faithful to him for three good years. I did everything that a wife should do and I never questioned how you did your duties for him."
"However, why do I need to tolerate daily daunting just because your daughter doesn't like me and is not finding someone to marry her? Why should I tolerate her words? Just because I married your husband. Why does that have to be my fault?" Calista angrily shouted at Mary, who was not saying a word but facing down, looking very guilty from the top of her head to the feet that were hidden beneath that messy skirt.
