As expected, the hint of warmth on Raina's face vanished, her expression darkening once more. They had enough meat to last a year, yet for the New Year, they had only sent over a single cut. Her eldest son had married a wife and forgotten his own mother. 'What kind of blessing is that?'
The two bowls of vegetables had slightly eased the tension between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, but a single, casual remark from Iris shattered the fragile peace. Phoebe hadn't caught on yet. While she was a fierce fighter and a formidable curser, she wasn't one for cunning. When it came to underhanded schemes, she had never once bested Iris.
"BOO HOO... Auntie Iris's dog came to our house and stole our meat! And it tried to bite me!"
