Now Adelaide was beside her.
“One would think, the way he acts, we didn’t love him.”
“We don’t love him right, Mama,” the girl spoke calmly and threw off her coat.
Sarah turned on her with anger: “How dare you say that? What’s wrong with you now? What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s true. And he feels it.”
All of Sarah’s suppressed emotion turned on her daughter.
“Didn’t I offer him the machine, out of consideration?” she cried with a rasp in her voice.
“Yes—at the last minute. For a guest, you’d have thought of it two hours ago.”
“Well, what about your suggestion. When did you think of offering to go with him?”
“At the last minute, also, Mama.”