Ohara was sad. She was so worried about her daughter. Here she was sewing, but her mind was far from her task.
She was sure Angelica was still angry with how things ended yesterday. She wanted to write her a letter to apologize. She was unsure of when Angelica would come to visit again.
Ohara knew that Angelica had the tendency to hold a grudge even though she did not wish to. It was something hereditary. Dariel was the same, and that nature of theirs caused them to be unforgiving towards people they believed were of no importance.
Ohara did not want her only child in the world tot be unhappy with her.
Here Ohara was, pondering on all these when Angelica walked into the room without a sound. She sat down on the armchair by the window.
She thought her mother had noticed her presence, however, with the blank stare in her eyes, it did not seem so.
"Greetings, mother," Angelica said.
