"You see, this Rosa girl is always frolicking around with her arms out and knees bare, as if she was announcing to the world how fair-skinned and skinny she is. She strutted around as if the earth was hers and if she'd be the first beauty to walk on it."
The atmosphere had gotten perfectly stilled, yet the old woman couldn't read the mood.
She continued, not mincing her words. The envy colouring her tone was so vivid and appalling. Her accusatory words spilled and filled the air in a lingering foul smell. "Sometimes, she'd even push out her chest. She pretended to be innocent, but hadn't she purposely stood behind so he would attack her? Then she enraged him into assaulting her, and then acted like the victim and stayed there so she could get caught by Sienna. If this is not scheming, then what is it? She got what she deserved!"
The silence that followed her words stretched longer than it should.
