"How about a drink of my foot-washing water? Your mouth is so foul, it could use a good rinse." Grace Winslow threw the water on her and slammed the door shut.
Having unleashed her anger, she instantly felt invigorated.
Flora Chase was so furious she was jumping up and down.
The shouting match quickly woke the neighbors on either side.
They came out one by one to ask what had happened.
Flora Chase told them her side of the story, with plenty of embellishments.
She fully expected them to agree with her.
Instead, they all looked at her as if she were a complete idiot.
"Are you serious, Flora Chase? Have you lost your mind? Grace Winslow was spot on—if there's something wrong with your head, you should go see a doctor about it."
"Seriously, who do you think you are, some kind of reincarnated saint? Why don't *you* adopt the child?"
"After how disgustingly Ivy White and Caleb Forrest behaved, you expect Grace to just forget the past and raise their illegitimate child?"
