“Take the family charity and walk away before you humiliate yourself any further,” Martha added, pressing the paper into my limp hands.
Before I could collapse from the crushing weight of their cruelty, Brenda stepped between us and slapped the envelope straight out of Greg’s hand.
“Sarah does not need a single dime of your stolen charity, Martha,” Brenda declared in a clear, ringing voice that carried to the back row.
Martha volvió la cabeza lentamente, mirando a Brenda con puro disgusto y veneno.
“No eres más que un patético freeloader que sobrevivió en los folletos de mi hijo durante más de una década”, dijo Martha espatando brutalmente.
“Everyone in this town knew Thomas took pity on your miserable little life, your cheap rental cottage, and that dented junk car,” Martha sneered.
“Sarah, realmente tienes un sabor terrible en la compañía que mantienes”, agregó Kelly, arrojando su cabello sobre su hombro.
