She turned her head, fixing the small circle of gossiping women with a furious, withering glare. She spat a splinter of neem wood onto the dirt and marched straight toward them.
"Cannot you hags shut your mouths for one single morning?" Auntie Guo barked, her booming voice echoing down the street. "Just shitting out of your mouths everywhere! If you want to spew shit so badly, go do it in the latrine fields where it belongs!"
The gossiping women jumped, clutching their chests in profound shock.
"You—!" one of the women gasped, her face flushing bright red with indignation. "How dare you speak to us like—"
Auntie Guo didn't retreat an inch. She planted her feet firmly in the dirt, slapped both hands aggressively onto her hips, and leaned forward.
"What 'you', huh?!" Auntie Guo roared, aggressively jutting her chin out. "What 'you'?! Say it! Say it to my face, I dare you!"
