ENOUGH!

MIRANDA

Florence wiped her face and glared at me, "I knew there was a reason why I always hated you."

"I've always hated you too," I shot back. "Or did you think I ever liked you? I am Mrs Hazel Duke; Hazel's wife and that will not change. This should sink into your head and that of any other delusional fool who is building castles in the air."

"Miranda!" The oldest man with grey hairs exclaimed. "Even if we are in your house, you can't speak this way.

Florence only spoke out of love and concern for her brother. Why are you so disrespectful? Do you realize we are all older than you? Is this what you were taught while growing up?"

I scoffed, "Since you are so particular about respect, old man, teach your precious Florence some manners. She should know that disrespecting your host is foolish and uncultured behavior. Someone who claims to be an elder should know better.

Enjoy your food."

I got up at this point and decided to leave so they could all eat in peace.

However, someone caught